Rains I no longer await…
They no longer come as they once did.
Today, they betray our senses by falling over ruins.
My demolished home cries out in loneliness—it calls, it pleads:
“My family, you’ve been gone too long… grief has settled into my walls.”

So pour down, rain—
Rush in and wash away the traces of me,
Cleanse my blood from this earth,
Redraw the outline of my shattered confusion.
Soon, grass will grow quickly—
And with it, it will erase my fragments…
The remnants of my soul, still dreaming of a return that never came.

Do you, the scent of tobacco, still inhale their presence?
Do you, the soil of our garden, still remember them?
How your fragrance used to bring us joy with the first drop of rain in years past…

But now, wild green thorns will grow atop my details—
As brazen as the occupier,
As shameless as the one who steals my life,
My present and my history,
Who uproots me,
Who kills me again and again in the memories of Jaffa,
In Haifa,
In Akka…

I am not there to rejoice in waters we once longed for.
Oh rain, you come now uninvited—
You drown my belongings,
Uproot our tent with your violence,
Turn my life to mud,
And only deepen my wounds…

No, I do not love you anymore, rain.
You come now without welcome,
Bearing all that I cannot bear.
I ask you—go away.
I no longer see you as I once did.
My life… is no longer as it once was.