Lines Written On A Rainy Day In Bergen Poem by John Agandin

The rain is falling all year round
Falling, falling, falling… everywhere!
It rains on the mountains and hills
And on the shops in the valleys.
In the parks, lakes, and fields
On trees, shrubs, and grass it falls.
Bergen is rain and rain is Bergen.

It rains on men, mothers and babies,
And on the cars on the road.
It falls on the umbrellas in the city,
The snow on the mountain peaks,
And on the ships at sea.
Overall, it gives no quarter.

At daybreak, noontime, and sundown
And through the watches of the night.
The rain knows no seasons here.
It falls whether the leaves fall or sprout
And heeds no summer nor winter
Knows no vacations or holidays.
It falls whether you wink or blink
Falls whether it's cloudy or sunny.
It falls whether you cry or laugh
And spares no weekend or day.
You cannot miss the rain in Bergen
And you've got to love its devotion!