Pink Rain

                                                                             

               Pink rain

Sometimes

in the midst of the rush of life,

when doubt grows and you despair,

a miracle arises, that calmly surrounds you.

Not from another dimension, nor from high places.

Not the mystery that shakes at night

and is feared.

It's an unnoticed gift, always,

a persistent gift, and ignored,

by dint of being so faithful in his appointments.

Rainbow that dyes the rain pink,

that finally changes your gray existence,

that floods this penury with color,

only when you least expect it.

Infinite pink drops.

Sometimes.

Confetti for the soul.

Only sometimes.

                          Luciano Maldonado

                       (Gijón, April - 2021)