It rains in Port-au-Prince. The clouds linger above the city, the streets get wet, and the noises fade. Time seems to slow down, inviting daydreaming, melancholy, or memories. Rain is not just a matter of clouds: it is also music, sorrow, memory, and sometimes hope. From Paul Verlaine to Guillaume Apollinaire, from Jacques Prévert to Charles Baudelaire, poets have given it a thousand faces and a thousand voices. Sometimes gentle and familiar, sometimes heavy and oppressive, it brings to the surface the emotions that the sun sometimes keeps at bay. As rain joins our daily lives today, let the verses accompany us and transform this grey day into a journey into the heart of poetry.

Autumn song