#sirimiri

[wornbetweentwopaths]

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[versprecher]

Language Moodboard Spanish – sirimiri

(n.) a light rain; a fine drizzle

While the English language considers this word “untranslatable”, the German word would simply be “Nieselregen”.

[drfeelnothing]

[leftiswhatgodmademe]

Spritz

She would never flood my home, but she was just loud enough to wake me

Small hands tapping on my windows, kissing sadness into my dark days

Questioning whether or not to travel outside umbrella in hand

Or to simply be washed by her falling tears covering the world

Small, shallow puddles reflecting only ripples never the full tale

She would never flood my home, but she was just loud enough to stir me

Falling kisses meant for no one, but those who look up, greeting the sky

Swallow the sweet rain, let it wash and cleanse you whole head, heart, lips, and soul

[electricarmchair]

Screaming in Sirimiri

Remember We were sixteen You were walking me home Drenched from a sudden Shower dying down My hair heavy and wet You brushed it away Only enough to uncover lips And we kissed under a whispered rain With passion, breaking into laughter And you were screaming in sirimiri I love you That was almost five years ago, but I remember it like it was yesterday

[fakesurprise]

The difficult part about being a sirimiri Is that no one knows that is. They have dozens of words for rain - most of them curse words - but so few knew the rain that lies between a misting and a shower, calling it a sprinkling or a dusting or not even rain at all.

“If you don’t need to put a hood up, it’s not rain,” a voice snaps in response to a question, and a woman walks through me without pausing.

When the rain cries, no one notices.

The boy who was beside her stops. She turns back. “Jay.” The word contains storms and the calm centring them all at once.

“Hi,” the boy says to me, speaking in the tongues of water and sky.

I make a response. I do not even know what it is.

He asks what I am, and my name, and I offer both. No human has ever done this before. I did not know humans could care enough about such things.

“You don’t need to be sad,” he says. “Between a between-place is really important too and there are people who would give a lot to be a secret like a  sirimiri is!”

And then he makes a rainbow with his smile and the world is better than it was before.

[themagicinmypen]

Sirimiri

The still sky

Holds the whisper of drizzle

In her hands,

Tames it to her whim,

And soaks the world

In her breath of mist.

[the-original-b]

he'd sat alone in the low-lit bar as he'd done time and again before-- collar unbuttoned, tie undone, still-wet umbrella on the floor, neat scotch in hand, coat behind hung over his chair-back to dry... he could say he likes it there, but that would be a lie.

"Are you the bar tender?" she asked him, her voice tickling his ear; he shook his head-- "who are you, then?" her lips and his drawing near. "I'm just waiting for something new" he said, the day they almost kissed; she took his hand and led him out the door into the mist.

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