Rain drops in our coffee

We bid farewell on a rainy day,

at Cafe de la Rotonde we frequent.

Underneath one umbrella we gaze at the ashtray

that we see through its shiny surface bent and dent.

A moment we are flooded with words to say,

but our tongues fail us motionless and silent.

Upon a gust rain goes sideway,

into our cold coffee it descents.

So we finish our coffee in the rain,

that tastes like warm, bitter, and salty grains.