Rain

So many nights I've heard the rain,
Have heard matter weeping ...
I am alone, my mind is drawn
Towards lacustrine dwellings.

As though I slept on wet boards,
A wave will slap me in the back -
I start from sleep, and it seems
I haven't drawn the bridge from the bank.
A void of history extends,
I find myself in the same times ...
And sense how through so much rain
The heavy timber stilts are tumbling.

So many nights I've heard the rain,
Always starting, always waiting ...
I am alone, my mind is drawn
Towards lacustrine dwellings ...

Lacustine by George Bacovia (Romanian poet)

Rain keeps on falling down in Estonia, and to quote one of of my colleagues: it is better rain than cold! Well, that is a view for sure on this wet environment.

Sometimes I wonder if I am weather sensitive, but I am not feeling any pain or discomfort, it is just that weather does influence a bit my mood. With rain I become more melancolic, I do miss the sun, the light, plus it does not help that in Estonia you have daylight only between 7am and 5pm.

But you know what amazes me each time? The amazing clarity which comes after the rain, as if the sky has cleared its eyes and looks down with much more intensity.



P.S. This entry is done under the inspiration of this week's GBE2 theme, Clarity!

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