no rain was falling

no raindrops  
      were falling

                no words were falling

only letters were falling
consonants and vowels
              a continual buzz
              which sounded almost like
              inside out Esperanto
              like Polish pushed through
              a Chinese translator
        her black umbrella
        shielded her from letters
        words were unthinkable
        her face was full of sadness
        she couldn't move
        her clothes stood still
        her hands clasped the handle
                         it was silent under the umbrella
                                she melted into meditation
                                she waited for a word
                          a special word that would begin
                          a shining word that would    end