I should have known,” he whispered. “I am the rain.” And yet he looked dully down the mountains of his body where the hills fell to an abyss. He felt the driving rain, and heard it whipping down, pattering on the ground. He saw his hills grow dark with moisture. Then a lancing pain shot through the heart of the world. “I am the land,” he said, “and I am the rain. The grass will grow out of me in a little while.”
And the storm thickened, and covered the world with darkness, and with the rush of waters.

Y se marcho
Bajo la lluvia
Sin decir palabra
Sin mirarme
Y me cubri
La cara con las manos
Y llore

Argus, you are fallen, and the light in all your lamps is utterly put out: one hundred eyes, one darkness all the same!

Sometimes I see me dead in the rain.

You gazed at the moon and fell in the gutter.

The visible exhausts me. I am dissolved in shadow.

I should have known […] I am the rain. […] I am the land […] and I am the rain. The grass will grow out of me in a little while.

Tus cartas caen sobre mí como una lluvia que empapa la tierra y hace crecer de golpe lo que estaba en germen.

En la tarde lluviosa
mi corazon aprende
la tragedia otonal
que los arboles lleuven.

It is really a miracle how you have managed to be so miserable, so thirsty, when it is raining all over. You have really done the impossible! Everywhere it is light and you live in darkness. Death is nowhere and you are constantly dying; life is a benediction and you are in hell.

The morning of that day, as Gabriel rose and started out to work, the sky was low and nearly black and the air too thick to breath. Late in the afternoon the wind rose, the skies opened, and the rain came. The rain came down as though once more in Heaven the Lord had been persuaded of the good uses of a flood. It drove before it the bowed wanderer, clapped children into houses, licked with fearful anger against the high, strong wall, and the wall of the lean-to, and the wall of the cabin, beat against the bark and the leaves of trees, trampled the broad grass, and broke the neck of the flower. The world turned dark, forever, everywhere, and windows ran as though their glass panes bore all the tears of eternity, threatening at every instant to shatter inward against this force, uncontrollable, so abruptly visited on the earth.

God is in the rain.

Tu ausencia me rodea
como la cuerda a la garganta,
el mar al que se hunde.

There sat I, a faded being, under faded leaves.