Out of wonderland

I felt the rain
It hit the side walk
It danced across the windshields
Of the cars passing by

This old woolen hoodie
Is getting heavy with rain
And the smell of hookah
rising up again

I remember my meeting
With caterpillar
His words, like his smoke
Rising up

I remember the reasons
Why my hoodie is soaked
Not with rain
But the scent of cream tangerine

Each time the rain falls
I do not hide
Nor run
Nor lift an umbrella

Because the rain releases
The memories of smoke
Of youth
And of endless hope