Words on Rain
Ord om regn
Rain
~ Like Rain it sounded till it curved
And then I new 'twas Wind
It walked as wet as any Wave
But swept as dry as sand
When it had pushed itself away
To some remotest Plain
A coming as of Hosts was heard
It filled the Wells, it pleased the Pools
It warbled in the Road
It pulled the spigot from the Hills
And let the Floods abroad
It loosened acres, lifted seas
The sites of Centres stirred
Then like Elijah rode away
Upon a Wheel of Cloud ~
Emily Dickinson
~ O` gentle, gentle summer rain,
Let not the silver lily pine,
The drooping lily pine in vain
To feel that dewy touch of thine,
To drink thy freshness once again,
O gentle, gentle summer rain
In heat the landscape quivering lies,
The cattle pant beneath the tree,
Through parching air and purple skies
The earth looks up, in vain, for thee,
For thee, for thee, it looks in vain,
O gentle, gentle summer rain.
Come thou, and brim the meadow streams,
And soften all the hills with mist,
O falling dew! from burning dreams
By thee shall herb and flower be kissed,
And Earth shall bless thee yet again,
O gentle, gentle summer rain ~
William Cox Bennet
~ I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head
I step very softly
I walk very slow,
I can't do a handstand
I might overflow
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said
I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head ~
Shel Silverstein
~ Ingen lyd i verden er så god som lyden av stille sommerregn
Det er som om himmelen og luften og jorden har blandet røster
Og resultatet er at det suser en enste fredelig molltone over hele verden ~
Inger Hagerup
~ Hver gang regn
treffer blader på trær
gir bladene tegn
Dråpene samler seg tunge
og ruller
utfor mot gras og jord
Da gir bladene tegn
På ny ~
Jan Erik Vold
~ Et fint slør av regn faller over skogen i det fjerne
Hele dalen er innehyllet i dis ~
F. Piano by Jane Campion
~ I'm singing in the rain
Just singing in the rain
What a glorious feeling
I'm happy again
I'm laughing at clouds
So dark up above
The sun's in my heart
And I'm ready for love
Let the stormy clouds chase
Everyone from the place
Come on with the rain
I've a smile on my face
I'll walk down the lane
With a happy refrain
Singing, singing in the rain
In the rain ~
~ Men det regner
Det regner over dramatikere og poeter
Over kål og korn, på prest og klokker
Og alle ord står knusktørre i rekker og rader i alle bøker
Og jeg vil gå ut fra dem alle sammen
Og inn i regnet igjen ~
Inger Hagerup
~ Oh, gray and tender is the rain
That drips, drips on the pane
A hundred things come in the door
The scent of herbs, the thought of yore
I see the pool out in the grass
A bit of broken glass
The red flags running wet and straight
Down to the little flapping gate
Lombardy poplars tall and three
Across the road I see
There is no loveliness so plain
As a tall poplar in the rain
But oh, the hundred things and more
That come in at the door
The smack of mint, old joy, old pain
Caught in the gray and tender rain ~
Lizette Woodworth Reese
~ Jeg vil være det rolige regn
som faller når min elskede har glemt sin paraply
Jeg vil være den heldige dråpen
som renner langs hennes panne
Jeg vil være den skålen med vann
hun samler i sine hender
Jeg vil tromme mot ruten i rommet
hvor hun skal ligge i natt
Jeg vil være det rolige regn
som ingen er redd å gå ut i
Jeg vil tenne trærnes kroner
og lage dammer til lekende barn
Jeg vil være det rolige regn
som får min elskede til å sove
Så vil jeg stå på skrå gjennom drømmen
som en søyle av stigende sol ~
Lars Saabye Christensen
~ Paraplyene blir fjernet. Regnet strømmer ned ~
F. Piano by Jane Campion
~ The rain set early in tonight,
The sullen wind was soon awake,
It tore the elm-tops down for spite,
and did its worst to vex the lake:
I listened with heart fit to break.
When glided in Porphyria; straight
She shut the cold out and the storm,
And kneeled and made the cheerless grate
Blaze up, and all the cottage warm;
Which done, she rose, and from her form
Withdrew the dripping cloak and shawl,
And laid her soiled gloves by, untied
Her hat and let the damp hair fall,
And, last, she sat down by my side
And called me. When no voice replied,
She put my arm about her waist,
And made her smooth white shoulder bare,
And all her yellow hair displaced,
And, stooping, made my cheek lie there,
And spread, o'er all, her yellow hair,
Murmuring how she loved me--she
Too weak, for all her heart's endeavor,
To set its struggling passion free
From pride, and vainer ties dissever,
And give herself to me forever.
But passion sometimes would prevail,
Nor could tonight's gay feast restrain
A sudden thought of one so pale
For love of her, and all in vain:
So, she was come through wind and rain ~
Robert Browning
Skrift i vinden
~ Det er noe vi har glemt
Av skrift i vinden og tordenen
Hva de sier
Regnet slår mot rutene
Vinden løfter det opp og visker det ut
Sommerfuglen spiler ut det røde seil
Vi kan ikke minnes hvor vi er
- Vi har det like på tungen
Men den lammes plutselig
Og alt er som bak et slør
Noe vi har glemt
Et sprang av tiden, et sprog
Som før var kjent
Alt er tyst ~
Rolf Jacobsen
~ En dag da mor og far sang sammen i skogen
Blåste det plutselig opp til sterk storm
Men de var så opptatt av sangen sin
At de ikke merket det
De stanset ikke engang da regnet kom
Da stemmene deres steg til de siste tonene
Slo et lyn ned fra himmelen og traff faren min
Så han brant som en fakkel
I samme øyeblikk som far falt død om
Ble mor stum
Hun har aldri snakket siden ~
F. Piano by Jane Campion
Tears of Heaven
~ Heaven weeps above the earth all night till morn,
In darkness weeps as all ashamed to weep,
Because the earth hath made her state forlorn
With self-wrought evil of unnumbered years,
And doth the fruit of her dishonor reap.
And all the day heaven gathers back her tears
Into her own blue eyes so clear and deep,
And showering down the glory of lightsome day,
Smiles on the earth’s worn brow to win her if she may ~
Alfred Tennyson
~ Regn ~
~ En er en, og to et to
vi hopper i vann
vi triller i sand
Sikk, sakk
vi drypper på tak
tikk, takk
det regner i dag
Regn, regn, regn, regn
øsende regn
pøsende regn
regn, regn, regn, regn
deilig og vått
deilig og rått
En er en, og to et to
vi hopper i vann
vi triller i sand
Sikk, sakk
vi drypper på tak
tikk, takk
det regner i dag ~
Sigbjørn Obstfelder
~ Jag hoppas du inte alls har det bra
Jag hoppas du ligger vaken som jag ~
~ The trees are shaking to their roots, as the wind howls about,
skirting through every branch, it seems to want to shout.
Look at me, feel my power, see the damage I do,
I can be blustery shaking with rage, or calm and gentle too.
The wind and rain brews a storm to spill over river banks,
creating floods to destroy what was once revered with thanks.
Too often nature's beauty is ignored until too late,
it's destroyed within a heart beat, wiped right off the slate.
And with the chill of winter trapped in this rainy breeze,
it won't be long before the ground is tight within a freeze.
A season bitter cold, but is refreshing with delight,
it brings many pleasures, each a spectacular sight.
But as you hear the deafening sound of nature at its worst,
No doubt you fear or maybe think you're not blessed, but being cursed.
But this is Mother Nature's way to remind you to enjoy,
avoid the trap of getting stuck or living without joy.
Live each day as if it were just like the wind and rain,
always learn, always search; and never stay the same.
For if you watch the wind and rain move the clouds ahead,
all the old and all the past is what it wants to shed.
So take this cue to observe what takes place outside,
feel the freshness in the air and let this be your guide.
The wind and rain always brings a new energy to behold,
that stimulates new growth, with fresh nourishment for your soul ~
Margaret Jang
~ There's rain on my window
I can count the drops
But i can't help feeling lonely
There's no way i can stop
Each moment is a memory
Time is so unkind
Every hour, filled with an emptiness
I can't hide ~
Christine McVie and Colin Allen
~ The day is cold, and dark, and dreary
It rains, and the wind is never weary
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall
But at every gust the dead leaves fall
And the day is dark and dreary
My life is cold, and dark, and dreary
It rains, and the wind is never weary
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering past
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast
And the days are dark and dreary
Be still, sad heart! and cease repining
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining
Thy fate is the common fate of all
Into each life some rain must fall
Some days must be dark and dreary ~
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
~
Wash away the thoughts inside
That keep my mind away from you.
No more love and no more pride
And thoughts are all I have to do.
Remember when it rained.
Felt the ground and looked up high
And called your name.
Remember when it rained.
In the darkness I remain.
Tears of hope run down my skin.
Tears for you that will not dry.
They magnify the one within
And let the outside slowly die.
Remember when it rained.
I felt the ground and looked up high
And called your name.
Remember when it rained.
In the water I remain
Running down ~
Josh Groban
~ I'll never let you see
The way my broken heart is hurting me
I've got my pride and I know how to hide
All my sorrow and pain
I'll do my crying in the rain
If I wait for stormy skies
You won't know the rain from the tears in my eyes
You'll never know that I still love you so
Though the heartaches remain
I'll do my crying in the rain
Raindrops falling from heaven
Could never take away my misery
But since we're not together
I pray for stormy weather
To hide these tears I hope you'll never see
Someday when my crying's done
I'm gonna wear a smile and walk in the sun
I may be a fool
But till then, darling, you'll never see me complain
I'll do my crying in the rain ~
~ Jeg vil ikke legge skjul på at jeg gjerne
skulle ha sittet på kafè med deg,
et gudsforlatt sted i regnvær ~
Marina Tsvetajeva
~I believe for every drop
of rain that falls
A flower grows
I believe that somewhere
in the darkest night
A candle glows
I believe for everyone
who goes astray
someone will come
To show the way
I believe, I believe
I believe above a storm
the smallest prayer
Can still be heard
I believe that someone
in the great somewhere
Hears every word
Everytime I hear
a new born baby cry
Or touch a leaf
or see the sky
Then I know why,
I believe ~
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