Looking for another poem, I found the original poem that Anna Maria Mickiewicz sent me...."Chopin in Manchester."
Chopin in Manchester
He did not like the smog
He did not like the damp English weather
Or overcrowded Manchester
Standing by the lake in Prestwich
I can feel his longing
Far away from home
Music is dripping like rain from his thin rapid fingers
In the Gentlemen’s Concert Hall
His statue is silent in Manchester
A frail figure
Longing for music or for the homeland?
Anna Maria Mickiewicz
Here is Arthur Rubenstein's version of Chopin's Nocturne Op. 9 No. 2, fitting listening for this very rainy evening:
I'll finish with Valentina Igoshina's version of Chopin's Fantasie Impromptu: