Deluge in Donostia

Rain with a will to live,
tapping, or better said,
dancing ezpatadantza, over
the black umbrellas, and the cliffs singing
the chirps of the txirimiri,
drenching us in the vengeance of the sea,
telling us "you cannot tame me".
The sand colored buildings cry
from their ancient windows, for the tourists
and their cameras, who will not be captured;
between the coat of sombre clouds
and the sun, hiding, illuminating
with the streetlights- mistaken, thinking of the night-
the joy of the foliage
incessant in its green,
color of hope.