Lines Written on a Rainy Day in Bergen

Photo by Dominika Masarska (Bybanen stop at Nonneseter)

The rain is falling everywhere
Falling, falling, falling… all year long! 
It rains on the mountains and hills 
And on the shops in the valleys. 
In the parks, lakes, and fields 
On trees, shrubs, and grass it falls. 
Bergen is rain and rain is Bergen.

It rains on men, mothers and babies, 
And on the cars on the road. 
It falls on the umbrellas in the city, 
The snow on the mountain peaks, 
And on the ships at sea. 
Overall, it gives no quarter. 

At daybreak, noontime, and sundown 
And through the watches of the night. 
The rain knows no seasons here. 

It falls whether the leaves fall or sprout 
And heeds no summer or winter 
Knows no vacations or holidays. 
It falls whether you wink or blink 
Falls whether it’s cloudy or sunny. 
It falls whether you cry or laugh 
And spares no weekend or day. 
You cannot miss the rain in Bergen 
And you’ve got to love its devotion!

Written in 'Fantoft' on 28th April, 2015.

Read another poem about Bergen here