The rain was hard before the dawn.
The sun did not appear.
And in the rain the cruel storm
Crushed down the long dark pier.
The waves were foamy, fierce and high,
As though they tried to reach
The low black sky and then to die
On the rocks before the beach.
Too long we heard the hurricane.
T’was pouring cats and dogs…
But one bright morning once again
So far behind the fogs
Above the empty and still bay
We saw a sunny ray.
It was as rosy as your cheeks’re
After my morning kiss.
It was as cheerful as the creeks
Are under mountain trees.
So, let this ray after the rains
Bring light and joy and fun.
And after storms in souls and brains
Let always rise the rosy rays
Up from the morning sun.
Moscow
November 9, 2004