Then will it rain?

Wanting to talk with you
I went to your official residence
and many people met me
(staff, relatives, followers, tourists).
All of them spoke of you
but none could introduce us
because you weren’t there. They said
you’re not there very often.

Well… maybe you’re out walking somewhere
and if I walk enough I’ll meet you
on the road. Maybe if you walk
and I walk
until we’re both tired and thirsty
we’ll meet each other
at the well. the water-fountain. the bar.
The river.

Then will it rain? And will we stroll together
with our tongues out,
catching the cool droplets and laughing?

What do you think?