Dayat dan Hujan

The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains,and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary

Dayat sedang berlari. Bajunya basah kuyub. Air-air menetes dari daun-daun di atas kepalanya. Sakit rasanya. Entah bagaimana kabar buku-buku dan novel Ibu yang sedang dibawanya dalam tas. Untung saja laptop dia tinggalkan di kamar. Malas dia bawa. Naik turun empat lantai saja sudah bikin capek, lebih capek lagi kalau bawa laptop.

My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains,and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary.

Hujan memang sedang menggila di Makassar. Panas yang selama ini dia keluhkan selama dua bulan merantau, laput sudah oleh dinginya badai hujan sepanjang jalan. Dia kangen akan kehangatan. Dia ingat selama dua bulan lewat jalan ini, selalu ada mang-mang baso tahu yang berjualan. Pasti enak kalau makan baso tahu panas-panas. Tapi apa daya, saat dirinya membutuhkan, mang baso tahu malah menghilang.

Be still, sad heart, and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.

 

*Puisi diatas berjudul The Rainy Day karya Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
*Gambar diambil dari sini

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