Untranslatable

You said a word, rolling like thunder,

in a tongue where the rain finds its voice,

a delicate thread that hung in the air,

something I couldn’t grasp, but had to rejoice.

Between the raindrops, our laughter met,

while coffee cups leave their rings on the table,

a weight of the past folded deep in your tone,

a history that echoes, but never is fable.