O this rain, like Isabel...a dream, a rebirth...

O this rain
Like Isabel
me so purifies
That me thinks
me got bathed
Into pool,
So cool
Of a birth
To tranquil blessed a heart...

O this rain
Is so neopolitan,
As if me
Got into Her italian white
And blue deep
Azzuri...

O this rain
Is like a Port Alba piazza
A metro red sign
Glowing fine...

O this rain
Is so much like Her
As if she there
Standing at Gay Odean...
Waiting in the rains
For me,
Like a dream...

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