She is blocking the rain
with torn umbrella
Raindrops falling on the umbrella
As if it hurts less,
at the end of the umbrella stand
hang and fall
falls on her feet
mixes with her tears
She looks ahead with hungry eyes
She can see a forest of buildings
over 100 stories in the distance
but no one
on painted eyebrows
on painted lips
over the plaid skirt
Yearn raindrops seep in
the invisible future,
overflow with Sonia sorrow.