When nature whispers its stories, rainy days become a mirror of our feelings.

A Symphony of Rain: Dual Tales of Renewal and Farewell

When nature whispers its stories, rainy days become a mirror of our feelings. The spring rain, like a quiet melody, brings with it a tender awakening and an atmosphere of renewal—it subtly captures the arrival of new life, remaining an unnoticed accent in the symphony of spring changes. In contrast, the autumn rain makes its entrance much more boldly, painting the world in deep, almost sacred shades of bidding farewell to warmth. In literary imagination, autumn appears as a time when the clear outlines of the world dissolve into a transparent haze, revealing to us the unseen sides of existence. It is precisely this unique atmosphere of autumnal melancholy and profound reflection that turns rain into a kind of symbol of transition, ready to be experienced by anyone who can attune to its chime. In the end, when spring quietly awakens nature to life, and autumn gently envelops it in contemplation, we are met with two astonishing moods—each deserving its own place in the heart of the poet and anyone who values the strength of nature and its subtle emotions.

Why is there an opinion that spring rain “does not exist,” while autumn rain is unique, and what interpretations can be suggested for this observation?

In literary perception, the autumn rain has acquired a special, almost sacred status, whereas the spring rain is seen differently—as something barely noticeable, natural, not requiring grandiose description. That is, spring rains are often perceived as an element of nature’s rebirth, when the world fills with life, and rain becomes just one among many signs of renewal. In contrast, the autumn rain is associated with change, with melancholy and profound emotion, when nature gives way to a farewell to warmth and sunlight.

For example, in one excerpt ( link txt) autumn is portrayed as a time when “the world of things to which you clung becomes somehow transparent. Beyond the visible world, the invisible world becomes apparent. This is the most transparent time of the year.” Such transparency in the autumn world allows us to perceive the rain as something unique, reflecting internal changes, when every drop becomes a symbol of transition and farewell to the departing warmth.

On the other hand, in the thoughts gathered in the work from file link txt, nostalgic reflections are voiced: “A gloomy autumn day. Days have grown shorter, nights longer. ‘Spring rain.’ Every moment, every glance—everything is so familiar. Summer days become longer, yet so often overshadowed by rain. This world, filled with joy. From the sky, little drops of autumn rain fall.” Here, the mention of “spring rain” appears more as a metaphorical image, gentle and subtle, while the autumn rain is presented as something palpable, penetrating the soul and creating its own distinct, almost unique rhythm of time.

Thus, two interpretations can be proposed:
1. The spring rain “does not exist” in the sense that its natural quality—soft, nurturing, and subtle—does not evoke the deep emotions stirred by the autumn rain.
2. The autumn rain is perceived as “the only one” because, due to its contrast with the bustling vitality of spring and summer, it symbolizes a transition—a moment of introspection and quiet melancholy in which, along with the rain, the invisible facets of existence are revealed.

Supporting citation(s):
“The Latvian poet Raivo Bitenieks has the following lines: If only we could plunge into autumn with its transparent, smoky melancholy, humbly smile and become kin with Mother Earth. Autumn is my favorite time of year. In autumn, the world of things, to which you once clung—and in which you were often mistaken—becomes somehow transparent. Beyond the visible world, the invisible world becomes apparent. This is the most transparent time of the year.” (source: link txt)

“Mom gets up, and yet I still wish to lie down; A gloomy autumn day. Days have become shorter, nights longer. ‘Spring rain.’ Every moment, every glance—everything is so familiar. Summer days become longer, yet so often are marred by rain. This world, filled with joy. From the sky, little drops of autumn rain fall.” (source: link txt)

These quotes demonstrate that the autumn rain is perceived as a unique phenomenon capable of evoking deep emotions and metaphorically reflecting the changes in nature and in life, while the spring rain—a quiet companion of rebirth—remains largely unnoticed in comparison.