The rain falls like a heavy black curtain,
Darkening the sky and the ground wide open.
Nothing is visible.
The stagehands take the opportunity to change the scenery.
Their deft footsteps echo on the wet sidewalk,
Things that are no longer useful are swept away by the current.
Dialogues without an addressee, heroes lost in the previous scene,
All is lost under the wet script, in its confusing letters.
The audience is in the dark,
Perhaps it always has been,
But it is the rain that falls like a heavy black curtain.
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