Raining, Outlined

--Margarita Pintado Burgos (trans. Alejandra Quintana Aroch)

The forest. To say the forest. To suggest some music.

To carve the breeze.

To see a landscape. See it raining. Without rain but with raining.

With that raining that I always conjure when slowly, softly,

filled to the brim with tiny traces of an air that’s weightless,

I say to myself I’ll see it rain. I say it again, beside the window,

that it’s going to rain. That I’m going to see it rain.

To put forth the idea of rain before. The downpour plants

all its doubts.

To pour oneself on the raining. Allow oneself to rain.

To see raining. To say I see it’s raining.

Until the raining.

Until the rain.

Until then.

Until.