Her gentle veils of rain

Girl on Luas in Connolly Station, Dublin 2009

The rain in Dublin has always made me yearn for other places. Not to say that this is not a beautiful place, it certainly is, with it's own depth of perfection. But it is also true to say that like Louis MacNeice, she is not my town, 

I was not born or bred
Nor schooled here and she will not
Have me alive or dead
But yet she holds my mind
With her seedy elegance,
With her gentle veils of rain
And all her ghosts that walk
And all that hide behind
Her Georgian facades -
The catcalls and the pain,
The glamour of her squalor,
The bravado of her talk.

Exerpt from Dublin made me by Louis MacNeice (1907-1963)