Listen to the rain

It darkens.
The bitter red berries
on the rowan tree outside
my bedroom window tells
what’s unavoidable coming.
It has been raining without
cease since last night –
silent soothing rippling rain.
I’ve been restless and aimless
lately, torn between promises
I’ve made and waning interest
and increasing irritation. I know
the taste of sour rowan berries –
but I listen idly to the flowing
rain that comforts me
like a lullaby.

(in Swedish below)

Det mörknar.
De bitterröda bären
på rönnen utanför mitt
sovrumsfönster berättar
vad som oundvikligen
kommer. Det har regnat
utan uppehåll sedan i går
natt – ett porlande och tyst
lugnande regn. Jag har varit
rastlös och omotiverad sedan
en tid tillbaka, sliten mellan
givna löften och ett avtagande
intresse och ökande irritation.
Jag vet rönnbärens kärva smak –
men lyssnar lojt till regnets
strilande som tröstar mig
likt en vaggvisa.

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