Your breath went quietly and evenly. Was it now finally possible that you arrived at a place where you could find peace? I let you sleep on, even if it wasn’t easy for me, because I just wanted to hear how it went on. Maybe because I was waiting for a whole happy ending. At …
„Did you see that I built a roof for us, there next to the pasture, where we can hide if we want?“ I greeted you the next rainy night, and you wanted to, came to me under the roof and continued your story away.
You had left the rain behind you and came the next night even though the sun had dried everything up. I didn’t ask for an explanation, just glad you were there to continue.
It fell on the jetty, crackling and heavy, the rain. I suggested we sit under the weeping willow, at least that. She agreed.
The drops fell steadily. From time to time I became more and more eager to hear the story, and from time to time you granted me this wish, like that night.
In all attempts to hold you my hand was empty. Nobody can be held, you can only stay on your own, and yet you too were driven to me when the rain came to find a place to tell. Didn’t you have anyone else?
It was always the same picture. How do you endure always being in the rain? Little by little I froze more and more, but my desire to hear more was greater than my ever-increasing unwillingness to face the rain. And you came reliably with the rain.
It was a long time coming, the next rain that should bring you to me, weeks of drought, but so much was left open. What happened to you next, locked alone and abandoned in this tower room?
You still couldn’t stand it outside of the rain, you still couldn’t stand the warmth, you didn’t want to freeze in front of the fire, this inner image, but perhaps telling the story would help you to be able to do it again. And the rain came. And you came, persevering and unhindered.
And you lost yourself in the rain, just as the rain had carried you to me. From wherever, from whatever time. I never asked. Were you present or a relic from times long past? Did you come from here or from a utopia, nowhere and everywhere? There is nothing to interpret. Just listen.
