Regnveir
Det regner, vil I bare see! — i Vand staaer hele Gaden;
Kom sæt Din Droske i en Baad, og see Dig om i Staden.
I Porte og i Døre staaer nu hele Vandrer-Vrimlen,
De ryste Vand af Klæderne og skotte saa til Himlen.
En graae Morlille sætter vims ved Døren sine Spande,
Hun har i Sinde, som man seer, at fange Himlens Vande;
Tagrendens Niagara vildt beskyller Steen og Flise,
Thi Held Enhver med Støvler paa, med Sko maa man forlise.
I Skybrud styrter Regnen ned, den skyller, pladsker — — stopper.
Skjøn-Jomfru paa sin Taa-Spids pænt fra Porten hjemad hopper;
En Officeer med Sporer smukt i hendes Fodspoer følger.
Smaa-Drengene fornøie sig i Rendestenens Bølger;
De bygge Skibe af Papir og fylde dem med Blade;
Snart seer man atter Folk og Fæ paa Stræde og i Gade.
— Nu jager Blæsten Vandet bort ihvor det er for Resten,
Thi kommer jeg med Verset her og hænger det i Blæsten.
Rainy weather
It’s raining, come and have a look! – the street is full of water;
Just put your carriage in a boat and make your tour much shorter.
In porchways and in doorways crowds amass and squeeze up tighter,
They shake the water from their clothes and hope the sky grows lighter.
An old grey lady right away puts buckets at her door side,
It’s clear she wants to catch her share of water from the flood tide;
The gutter’s own Niagara gives stones and tiles a pounder,
Those wearing boots are lucky, shoes will see you flail and founder.
The cloudburst lets the rain pelt down, it douses, drenches –– stops.
A fair maid now on tiptoe, from the porchway homeward hops;
An officer with spurs pursues her, eager heart a-flutter,
Young boys find great amusement playing in the swirling gutter;
They make ships out of paper, filled with leaves they form a fleet;
Soon man and beast are out again in alleyway and street.
– The water’s chased off by the wind, wherever it’s not fled,
And I now turn up with this verse and hang it here instead.
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