The rain began <br />to fall behind me <br /> <br />as I crossed <br />the border <br /> <br />I expected it <br />to chase after me <br /> <br />and talk excitedly <br />to me in raindrops <br /> <br />about this & that <br />that & this <br /> <br />- but, it didn't. <br /> <br />It fell in one country <br />and not the other. <br /> <br />It was as if the rain <br />had mislaid its passport <br /> <br />or hadn't received <br />a visa to rain here. <br /> <br />I cycled off <br />into the Ardennes <br /> <br />looking back <br />at the Dutch rain <br /> <br />falling frustratedly <br /> <br />unable to understand <br />the sun <br /> <br />talking in Belgian.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/right-to-rain-for-anne-on-her-birthday-to-be/
