A steady rain has settled into the speaker’s world so completely that no one can remember its beginning or imagine its end. It is not just outside but “with us, / in us,” which makes it feel like more than weather—more like a shared sadness or a state of mind that people have come to accept. The rain steals the stars and turns the days grey, so time blurs into one long, soggy stillness. The image of people as “walking fish” is strange and unsettling: they have adapted to this wet, rotting world, but only by becoming something lost and out of place. The overall mood is heavy, claustrophobic, and resigned. There is no panic here, just the quiet exhaustion of living inside something that will not stop and cannot be escaped.
The Rain — Summary
And the rain came, no one can remember when.
Here, with us, in us, no one knows how long it’s going to stay.
Making our nights starless, Our days grey.
and us walking fish, in this soggy space, which is rotting everything.