Remember BarbaraIt rained all day on Brest that day And you walked smiling Flushed enraptured streaming-wet In the rain Remember BarbaraIt rained all day on Brest that day And I ran into you in Siam StreetYou were smiling And I smiled too Remember BarbaraYou whom I didn't know You who didn't know me Remember Remember that day still Don't forget A man was taking cover on a porch And he cried your name Barbara And you ran to him in the rain Streaming-wet enraptured flushed And you threw yourself in his arms Remember that BarbaraAnd don't be mad if I speak familiarly I speak familiarly to everyone I love Even if I've seen them only once I speak familiarly to all who are in love Even if I don't know them Remember BarbaraDon't forget That good and happy rain On your happy face On that happy town That rain upon the sea Upon the arsenal Upon the Ushant boat Oh BarbaraWhat shitstupidity the war Now what's become of you Under this iron rain Of fire and steel and blood And he who held you in his arms Amorously Is he dead and gone or still so much alive Oh BarbaraIt's rained all day on Brest today As it was raining before But it isn't the same anymore And everything is wrecked It's a rain of mourning terrible and desolate Nor is it still a storm Of iron and steel and blood But simply clouds That die like dogs Dogs that disappear In the downpour drowning BrestAnd float away to rot A long way off A long long way from BrestOf which there's nothing left. Anonymous
About This Quote

The quote above is a poem written by Ernest Hemingway. When it rains, it doesn't only make the weather cooler, but the air is always fresh and clean. It's like a cleansing of the mind and soul. You can go on with life as usual except you will see the world in a different light.

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