Bhí an t-earrach i dtóir air féin ar maidin, bláthanna ag fáisceadh a mbarr glaise sa ghairdín álainn Powerscourt.

The spring was seeking itself in the morning, flowers squeezing their green tops in the beautiful Powerscourt garden.

Bhí Siobhán ina seasamh ann, an aer úr á shlogadh isteach trasna a huaillirí.

Siobhán was standing there, inhaling the fresh air across her shoulders.

Bhí sí lán-diongbháilte.

She was determined.

Bhí tionscnamh aici — bualadh lena deartháir estranged, Declan, mar chúis na Beltane.

She had an initiative — to meet her estranged brother, Declan, for the sake of Beltane.

Bhí a fhios aici go raibh Cillian, a col ceathrar níos óige, in éineacht léi.

She knew that Cillian, her younger cousin, was with her.

Bhí an dóchas aici go gcabhródh sé leis an aimsir teasa a bhriseadh idir í féin agus Declan.

She hoped he would help to break the tension between her and Declan.

Bhí Declan ag teacht isteach sa ghairdín le héagóir a raibh fós ina chroí aige, ach ní raibh sé chomh cinnte.

Declan was entering the garden with grievances still in his heart, but he wasn't so sure.

Meascán de sult agus grás ag síothlú isteach i dtír na seafóidí agus dearmadta.

A mix of delight and grace was seeping into a land of nonsense and forgetfulness.

Chuir Siobhán blaincéad ar an bhféar úr agus chuir sí picniceachtaí amach.

Siobhán laid a blanket on the fresh grass and set out picnic items.

Bhí an gairdín ciúin agus an síocháin iontach air.

The garden was quiet, and the peace was remarkable.

D'éirigh Cillian croíúil, ag rith thart agus ag gáire ag na dealbha soineanta.

Cillian became cheerful, running around and laughing at the innocent statues.

Sheas Siobhán faire air agus Declan ag seasamh ar leataobh, é ag fágáil machnaimh faoi rud éigin níos faide.

Siobhán stood watching him while Declan stood aside, lost in thought about something far away.

"Declan," arsa Siobhán, ag casadh chuige go cúramach, "ba mhaith liom cúrsaí a athrú.

"Declan," said Siobhán, carefully turning to him, "I want to change things.

Táimid níos mó ná an am atá thart.

We are more than the past."

"Chroith Declan a cheann go mall.

Declan shook his head slowly.

"Níl sé furasta," a dúirt sé go doiléir.

"It isn't easy," he said vaguely.

Go tobann, chuir siad an guthfhuaim glórach de bháisteach anuas orthu mar cheol buaineach ag druidim le chéile go dian.

Suddenly, they were met with the loud sound of rain pouring down on them like a constant tune, drawing them close together quickly.

Rith siad le chéile chun foscadh a fháil faoin láthair foscúil in aice leo.

They ran together to find shelter under a nearby canopy.

Fanaigí faoi scáth go n-éirí siad te agus go scíth a ligean.

They stayed under the shade until they warmed up and relaxed.

Bhí an bháisteach ina deora mallthapa anuas orthu ag caint.

The rain fell in quick tears upon them, speaking.

"Nuair a fhágann muid an aimsir sa táim," a dúirt Siobhán go ciallmhar, "is féidir linn teacht níos giorra lena chéile.

"When we leave the weather in the past," Siobhán said wisely, "we can come closer together."

"D'fhéach Declan ar shiúl, na focail á mheilt ina intinn.

Declan looked away, chewing over the words in his mind.

"Níl a fhios agam conas," a d'admhaigh sé sa deireadh.

"I don't know how," he finally admitted.

"Le tús beag.

"With a small start.

Mar seo," mhol Siobhán go suaimhneach, a lámh ag síneadh chuige.

Like this," Siobhán suggested gently, reaching out her hand to him.

Mhotháil an tráthanna mar iad ag bogha le chéile.

The moments melded like a bow being drawn together.

An bháisteach ag stopadh, tháinig tuar ceatha sa spéir mar gheall ar mhíorúilt.

As the rain stopped, a rainbow appeared in the sky like a miracle.

D'fhéach na deartháireacha ar a chéile ansin, gloine teann scuaine gan bhriseadh á bhriseadh ceann ar cheann.

The siblings looked at each other then, breaking the tense silence one by one.

Bhí siad ann ag barr na dtom arís, agus d’aimsigh siad chuige hugs cúthail, ag cur tús leis an slánachán nua a bhí le tosú.

They were back at the top of the hedges, finding their way to shy hugs, starting a new reconciliation.

Bhí Siobhán, Cillian, agus Declan níos gaire le chéile, mothúcháin agus seanchas sa chailliúint bhréige, cosúil le Gairdíní áille Powerscourt féin a bheith i bhfaoinneas faoi chríochfód na n-aimsirí.

Siobhán, Cillian, and Declan were closer together now, with feelings and stories in false loss, like the beautiful Powerscourt Gardens themselves situated under the footfall of times past.