How do you feel today, kind readers? I have taken up my readings and with them my daily routine, although it has been a little difficult for me to move forward: the sky has been dressed in grey and there is a feeling of rain in the city. The cold and the smell of wet earth impregnate everything, leaving us wanting to stay at home or go out to breathe the fresh air. There is a well-known phrase that says that who says that the sun is the maximum happiness, is because it has not danced in the rain.

When I was a girl, I remember that my parents wouldn't let me get wet with the rain and they were always locking me in the house and dressing me in thick clothes so that not a drop would fall on my body. When I grew up, dancing, walking, even kissing in the rain became my favorite and unforgettable activities. Not to mention, after the smell of freshly brewed coffee, the smell of rain is my favorite. I think many will agree with me!

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Rain, more than an atmospheric phenomenon and a state of the weather, also arouses many emotions among people. Some are sensual and others melancholic (I sign up for these two). It also generates stress in people who have planned to perform diligences and because of the rain can not perform them. It depresses other people because it reminds them of some sad moment in their lives. Everything will depend on the mood of people, but no one is going to be unmoved by the rain.

Poets are not insensitive to rainy days and have also written about them. Their poems often invite us to that serene, almost magical introspection when we make contact with ourselves, through words and memories of rainy days. Let's read some of those poems.

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Let's begin our reading with one of the great Spanish-speaking writers, the Argentine Jorge Luis Borges and his poem La lluvia. Here I write the last two strophes:

This rain that blinds the crystals
will rejoice in lost arrabales
the black grapes of a vine in certain
...
that no longer exists. The humid day
brings me the voice, the desired voice,
of my father who comes back and hasn't died.

With these two strophes we corroborate what we said before: the rain allows us to remember, to feel what we have already lived. These days I read that winter days and rainy days, when there is less light, cause our serotonin levels to drop. This increases feelings of sadness and nostalgia, as well as apathy. From there we can look at the rain and remember, not only the pleasant moments but also the sad ones, yearning for people, moments, places. It is as if all your life comes to you all of a sudden with the rain. In this strophes the rain not only refreshes the most remote and invisible places, it also refreshes the thought. That is why the lyrical voice remembers the father, deceased, as he was before. An association between the voice of the father and the sound of the rain.

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Another of the poems I would like to mention is one by the Argentine poet Alfonsina Storni, called Tentación:

It rains outside; the water falls heavily
that people dodge under open umbrellas.
When I see them lined up, my serenity ends,
I weigh the walls and I'm seduced by the watering
on the free back. My predecessor, the man
that inhabited caverns unnamed,
has come tonight to tempt me without a doubt,
because, chaste and naked,
I'd go through the fields in the fine rain,
winged hair like a swallow.

Beyond the erotic force of this poem, there is a female force that breathes between its lines. Like many of us and as we said at the beginning, society has taught us to avoid the rain, to protect ourselves from it. Rain is like impure water that we must avoid. Rainwater awakens our bodies, makes them vibrate, makes them more human and more savage. In this sense, we see that the lyrical voice, before the image of a group of people hiding from the rain, thinks of their ancestors, those who never saved themselves, and wants to dance, walk, under the water that falls from the sky. The reference to the "winged hair like a swallow", not only refers to the black color, also to the air, to the loose and free hair that dances with the breeze. It is an image that sends us to freedom.

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Another famous poet who has surrendered to the rain and has written about it, is Mario Benedetti. His poem Rain is an example of this. Of this poem I only write here the first and last stanza:

The rain is tired of raining
I'm tired of seeing her in my window.
it's like I'm washing the promises and
the joy of living and hope.
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The strange thing is, it doesn't just rain outside,
another enigmatic rain and no water at all
surprise catch
and it's raining in surprise
in the heart
it rains in the soul.

The most obvious feature of this poem is that there is a contemplation of the rain from within. The one who looks is inside the house and looks at how it rains outside. That rain cleanses and brings a new sense of hope. Likewise, in the last stanza, we observe that it can also rain inside each one of us. Inside of us, when we observe the rain, there is a kind of flood of feelings, which purify you, wash you and leave you lighter, without weight. It is as if with the rain all the sighs escaped and with each one of them the 21 grams that the soul weighs were gone.

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Although the sky does not caress us with rays of sunshine, there is no reason to see everything in black and white on rainy days. What if we put color to that day resting a little. Or we go into the kitchen and make a delicious dessert, they are ideal for rainy days. We can also watch old or new movies that we have pending. Perhaps reading a good book is a good option and helps us stay animated and listen to ourselves. Or simply make us want to write, look out the window, have a cup of coffee or a hot chocolate while we remember the days that are gone and feel those that are to come. In any case, whatever the plan, let's think that the sun will come out later, which as Alan Watts said: "The sound of rain doesn't need translation", and you just have to live it and enjoy it.

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I hope you have enjoyed this text and that showers of blessings will fall upon you. Remember to vote for @adsactly as a witness and join our server in discord. Until the next smile. ;)

BIBLIOGRAPHICAL REFERENCES

https://www.poemas-del-alma.com/la-lluvia.htm
https://poemas.yavendras.com/de-lluvia.php
http://mariobenedettipoesia.blogspot.com/2017/09/lluvia-mario-benedetti.html

Written by: @nancybriti

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