After the rain

He was sneaking up unnoticed
Rustling with fallen leaves
Deliberately confusing all the signs,
The rascal-rain is mischievous.

He soaked the girls' dresses -
There is no reason to walk in them anymore.
Dressed in a wet embrace
The meadows are on the horizon.

Whipping through the puddles, I did not hear
What the city whispers behind
Trees, weeping roofs
And in the old boat you and I ...

And having lost my element,
He slid to the sea on the palm.
The dashing gusts are exhausted,
By mixing sand with sea water.

And now his veil fell ...
The sea bay is a little sad,
The sunset is opal
And the noisy shore is silent.

Lucy Mokko