My mind has wandered back to Ireland once more. The rain today is `soft´rain -`báistigh beag´ they call it - and it reminded me of its sweet scent. Incidentally, I then came across one of my favourite Irish poems lying in a pile of notes and reminders, reflecting my thoughts of rain. Let me share it. It is ´The lost Heifer´by Austin Clarke. May it evoke your own thoughts.
The Lost Heifer
When the black herds of the rain were grazing,
In the gap of the pure cold wind
And the watery hazes of the hazel
Brought her into my mind,
I thought of the last honey by the water
That no hive can find.
Brightness was drenching through the branches
When she wandered again,
Turning silver out of dark grasses
Where the skylark had lain,
And her voice coming softly over the meadow
Was the mist becoming rain.