I stedet for den kalde nordavinden, er det regnet som gjør Bergen kjent.

Instead of the cold north wind, it's the rain that makes Bergen famous.

Og i dette regnet måtte Ole ferdig.

And in this rain, Ole had to go.

Han sto foran døren, klar for det våte eventyret.

He stood in front of the door, ready for the wet adventure.

Han hadde alvoret i blikket, et paraply i hånden.

He had seriousness in his gaze, an umbrella in his hand.

Oles hus lå i Sandviken, et sjarmerende nabolag i Bergen.

Ole's house was in Sandviken, a charming neighborhood in Bergen.

Gatene her krøp mellom bregner og eldre trehus.

The streets here wound between ferns and older wooden houses.

Utseendet var rolig.

The appearance was calm.

Men det kunne være trikset.

But it could be deceptive.

For når det begynte å regne, ble denne fredelige labyrinten et vått rot.

Because when it started raining, this peaceful labyrinth became a wet mess.

Regressionen begynte først med noen dråper.

The regression started with a few drops at first.

Som et forsiktig forvarsel om det som skulle komme.

Like a gentle warning of what was to come.

Snart ble dråpene til en storm sterk nok til å snu en paraply.

Soon, the drops turned into a storm strong enough to flip an umbrella.

Men Ole, hans blikk var like bestemt.

But Ole, his gaze remained determined.

Han kjempet modig mot Bergens gjenstridige regnvær med sin sta paraply.

He bravely fought against Bergen's stubborn rain with his stubborn umbrella.

Paraplyen hans var liten og rød, selvsagt ikke av høy kvalitet.

His umbrella was small and red, certainly not of high quality.

Den satte opp et godt forsvar mot regnet, men vinden var en annen historie.

It provided good defense against the rain, but the wind was a different story.

Hver gang en sterk vindkast kom, snudde paraplyen seg, og Ole ble våt.

Every time a strong gust of wind came, the umbrella would turn inside out, and Ole would get wet.

Etter flere slike episoder, bestemte han seg for å søke ly i den nærmeste kafeen.

After several such episodes, he decided to seek shelter in the nearest café.

Selv om det var mer enn noen meter unna, var det utfordrende å navigere med den gjenstridige paraplyen.

Even though it was more than a few meters away, navigating with the stubborn umbrella was challenging.

Men dette var en del av livet hans, et ritual han kjente altfor godt.

But this was a part of his life, a ritual he knew all too well.

Tindre i torget, var en gammel kafe, bittesmå, men hjertelig nok til å varme en regnfylt sjel.

Tindre in the square was an old café, tiny but warm enough to warm a rain-soaked soul.

Kafedamen, Fru Ingrid, var en snill gammel dame med smil som kunne lyse opp den kjedeligste dagen.

The café lady, Mrs. Ingrid, was a kind old lady with a smile that could brighten the dreariest day.

Hun hadde alltid noe varmt og gledelig å tilby, enten det er en kopp varm sjokolade eller et vennlig smil.

She always had something warm and cheerful to offer, whether it was a cup of hot chocolate or a friendly smile.

Ole ruslet inn i kafeen, drippende våt.

Ole walked into the café, dripping wet.

Fru Ingrid, som var vant til dette synet, brakte varm sjokolade til ham og et håndkle å tørke seg.

Mrs. Ingrid, who was used to this sight, brought him hot chocolate and a towel to dry himself.

Til sin overraskelse fant Ole at han bare så frem til regnværet for disse koselige øyeblikkene inne i kafeen.

To his surprise, Ole found himself looking forward to the rain for these cozy moments inside the café.

Oles regnvåte eventyr endte ikke den dagen.

Ole's rainy adventure did not end that day.

Han fortsatte å navigere med paraplyen sin, og seiret noen ganger mot vinden.

He continued to navigate with his umbrella, sometimes winning against the wind.

Noen ganger tapte han, men tapene følte han vant.

Sometimes losing, but he felt like he won the losses.

Fordi som det sies, er reisen viktigere enn destinasjonen.

Because as they say, the journey is more important than the destination.

I slutten av dagen oppdaget Ole noe viktig.

At the end of the day, Ole discovered something important.

Regnet, vinden, paraplyen som snudde seg, det var ikke motstandere.

The rain, the wind, the umbrella turning inside out, they were not opponents.

De var en del av livet hans, og han ville ikke ha det på noen annen måte.

They were a part of his life, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

Kanskje ville han få en bedre paraply en dag.

Maybe one day he would get a better umbrella.

Men inntil da, ville han fortsette å navigere og smil.

But until then, he would continue to navigate and smile.

På sluttpunktet, var det alt man kunne gjøre i livet, lære å danse i regnet.

In the end, that's all one could do in life, learn to dance in the rain.