You look like rain
You look like rain! Like the rain we were waiting with chapped lips and an empty glass in hand. Like the rain bringing joy to everyone and everything, everything breathing, everything with and without eyes and wings.
You look like shamanic delight. You look like an exciting murmur, a long-awaited sound I awake to and know that it pours when we most need it.
You look like the sky pregnant with clouds, in four colours and countless shades. Like the sky with barely visible transitions between dark-white and sparkling grey, between purple and light blue.
You look like a passage from dry into moist, from unbearable distress to bearable sadness, from an interrupted tale to an endless saga.
You look like the rain falling on the forest that’s just begun to burn. You look like the rain we’ve been waiting for centuries with dry, chapped lips that cannot let out a word.
So I rush with my empty glass.
© translated by Kalina Janeva