It was raining   infernally ... while me and you were making love through some mansards . Through the oval-shaped windows of the sky, the clouds had been flowing in the March's . The walls of the room were agitating behind some sketches drawing with chalk . By means of our souls, all were dancing in an unseen something from a concrete world. "The rain will pour on your wings" , — you said, "And will rain with lump's ornaments on the whole globe, and through the weather" . "Doesn't matter" , — I was telling you, — " Lorelei , it rains only on my flight, with the feather...that's all". Then I rose up higher and higher without knowing in which part of the world I left my room. You've been calling me out from behind, — "Answer me, answer me... what's more beautiful...? The people...? The rain...?" It was   rainin g   infernally , a total madness of rain, while me and you  were making  through some...