La raison pour laquelle je déteste les jours de pluie

Cold dark pouring rain
Beneath the black little umbrella,
holding coat tightly as people pass.
Those were such happy people in groups, pairs.
Desire to let go of that cold, lonely place is ever so strong.
But the legs always stayed in the dark circle,
like the mind it freezes right there
Lack of courage so it may seem,
the courage to trust and love.