Gustaf Munch-Petersen: Naked Human

it rains – rains –

the air is grey and milky,

the streets wet and cold,

the humans pale

and damp like sick birds,

I walk and walk,

while it just rains,

hopelessly –

the sky hangs like a dark wall

between us and the sun

and the heat.

in the houses

people roll down the curtains

and turn on lights –

in the street

men turn up their collars

and stand still,

so that the clothes don't touch the body –

it is autumn.