En día, lluvia

Es viernes, o domingo o es lunes
tal vez martes, o miercoles.
Atardalborece en lluvia.

Cuando alguno grita jueves
y un almanaque
azaroso precisa sábado.

No soy nadie
para cuestionar
calendario o naturaleza.

Decido, entonces,
lloverme y dejarme llover.
Soy lluvia. 

Gerardo Cadierno

A hard rain's a gonna fall - Marshall and Sarah

Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?

Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?

I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it

I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it

I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin’

I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin’

I saw a white ladder all covered with water

I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken

I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children

And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard

And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall