rain at night
I would also miss the feeling of the little town when it rains at night. And I have an umbrella. And am going to meet friends for dinner in one of the restaurants we tend to go to. And my iPod is playing the songs I like. And no one splashes me while I walk there. And when I go in, they are all at a long table (all ten or so of them...or fifteen even) and there is lots of joking and lots of very real care.
The hardest thing about being a migrant is that there is no guarantee that the people around you will stay there for very long.
The hardest thing about being a migrant is that there is no guarantee that the people around you will stay there for very long.
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posted by Eireann at
9:30 AM
3 Comments:
I think evening rain, mostly the sounds of it, is one of my favorite things. Migrants are adventurers and very brave in my view; the emotional risk... oh, but then the joys as you wrote!
Oh, such a sad last line, E! But also so true, though I am the sort who needs the roots.
"The hardest thing about being a migrant is that there is no guarantee that the people around you will stay there for very long."
which is why we have family :)
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