We
arrived at Eforie-Sud with the fast train from Timisoara. We had
chosen that train to avoid the Northern Train Station from Bucharest.
The
day promised to be warm, with a clear sky. After leaving our
suitcases at the hotel, we went shopping for the final necessary
items. We knew the city, but new kiosks, new booths, had sprouted.
Right on the sidewalk, tables and chairs were waiting for tired and
thirsty tourists.
A long thunder
Is
heard from the sea –
no one is stirring
The
second thunder is followed by a burst of raindrops that sprinkles the
street on which the tourists descend from the beach. Children are
covered with towels, people are running for shelter. We have stopped
under a balcony from which, on a pipe, the surplus water was flowing.
Soon, more individuals gathered around us.
In
the middle of the pond –
rained on
from above and drenched
we
are full of joy
The rain
stopped as it started. The sun is heating the asphalt again. Finally,
the water is flowing out, into the sewer. We are surrounded by steam.
The
people who had been standing under the balcony are leaving. I'm
trying to walk. I find out that the water has unglued a strap of my
sandal. I had not bought slippers yet. I had forgotten. I have to
thank the rain for reminding me!
After
the shower –
in
the midday light
wet flowers
