A first one; then endless ones.
I didn’t know it would have been like this
But it is.
They can’t stop and I don’t know what to do.
If I try to dry them, more and more appear,
like an impetuous river, on my face.
I didn’t know I had so many of them;
it seems they never get tired to drop.
But it exhausts me.
It crashes me.
Making me drown in its own dark ocean.