Lorca´s Rain

It is Saturday morning in Reykjavik, rain coming down.
In the construction pit near Disa´s they poured concrete yesterday
and this morning in the downpour men in hardhats and orange
jumpsuits are scrambling to spread plastic over their work so
it will set properly.

I think it was Lorca who, when he was first in Havana and rain
came down hard, found so many who talked of the rain while
comfortably dry. He then walked out alone in it until he was
soaked through his clothing and his hair mottled in curls on
his brow. Afterward, still wet and shivering, he wrote of the rain.

Let´s get dressed then, Disa. Let´s go for a walk in the rain.

DL