The Rain

By Henrik Nordbrandt Translated by Thom Satterlee It's raining. And because it's raining it has never not rained. In fact, there is nothing but rain and all dreams are dreams about raining. And still it’s my fault, the rain. It’s my fault because it’s my fault to have been born. I was born because I lied about the rain. Once I said, "Suddenly the sun comes out and lights up a white gable." That’s a lie. That's why I was born, because of the rain. That's why it's raining. Do you begin to understand how I feel on rainy days? ~~~~~ Next: Solstice