In the sky of a town that turned so decrepit
When I put up my umbrella 
I arrive at those village days
To a girl   bending under the rain
Planting rice
Who abruptly became a woman
A woman in the rain     still standing tall
Who said time and again         to a man
Whose name she did not know
“Why run away? 
   Why the umbrella?
Only iron men rust in the rain.”