Rainy Day In Front Of A Post Office (Ottava Rima)

Amongst your restless waters, I slumber.
Dripping June, petrichor, dark horizon;
It pains me -- serenity, cold weather.
Front of a post office, I stand alone.
Rain -- relentless, forlorn -- erstwhile letter,
As soon as the sky clears, will I go on?
Miles away, will my poetry reach you:
The broken distances I won't get through...