Rain in July

It is rain in July.
Not the warm summer rain that patters through the trees and pleasantly prickles on the skin. It lets
one feel free and fearless, as if one were the main character in a teenage film, dancing in one's
best dress through the rain. In reality, one flees under the nearest tree, even though one doesn't need it at all.
It is rain in July.
The cold and harsh kind that reminds one of autumn and winter and loneliness. It eats its way through the jacket,
soaks one to the bone, so that one wants nothing more than a blanket, a hot chocolate and a
hug. And even though that always helps, it doesn't help this time.
Because it is rain in July.
Suddenly one stands in an unbridled storm. The wind lashes and it hails and no tree can
serve as shelter any longer. It is wet and cold and all coats and umbrellas lie deep buried in the wardrobe.
So one stands there helpless and cold and wants the summer back.
One wants the clouds to disperse and the wind to fade. Wants the puddles to disappear and
the sun to break through. It should warm the arms, so that it doesn't matter at all that one
has to squint because it shines so brightly. Because it makes July feel like July again.
A July that is always a little too hot and has a few too many mosquitoes. But poppies bloom in the field
and nectarines taste sweet and juicy at once and somehow just right.
But it is not so.
Because it is rain in July.
Whilst one stands there in the pattering cold, one knows it is one's own fault. The signs were there.
The dark clouds in the sky. The thunder in the distance. The wind that is picking up. Still one leaves
the umbrella at home and doesn't put on a coat.
And one sees the trees destroyed by the wind lying on the streets and paths. Flower pots
tipped over in the courtyard. People collecting the shards. Door mats lying houses away from their
owners and never finding their way back.
It is rain in July.
And it was oneself who made the beds at Frau Holle's. Who is responsible for the rain.
It is rain in July.
And one doesn't know if it will pass.
Only hopes that it disappears and summer returns.
Because one thing I deeply regret.
The rain in July.
Just hoping he disappears and summer returns.
Because there is one thing I deeply regret.
The rain in July.