A Quiet House in the Rain

Roedd y glaw yn bwrw'n ddidrugaredd, a sŵn y diferion yn curo ar y ffenestri.

The rain was falling mercilessly, and the sound of the droplets drummed on the windows.

Wnaethon ni gau'r drws yn erbyn y gwynt, a sefyllon ni yng nghanol yr ystafell fyw fel pe bai'r tŷ'n long fach ar y môr.

We shut the door against the wind, and stood in the middle of the living room as if the house were a small boat on the sea.

Er mai bore Sadwrn oedd hi, a'r farchnad yn rhywle tu allan, penderfynon ni aros i mewn heb frys na bwrlwm.

Although it was Saturday morning, and the market was somewhere outside, we decided to stay in with no rush and no bustle.

Wnaethon ni wneud paned o de cryf, a'r arogl o fara brith yn tostio lenwodd y tŷ cyfan cyn i'r glaw leihau dim.

We made a strong cup of tea, and the smell of bara brith toasting filled the whole house before the rain eased at all.

Tra bod y tywydd yn taro'r to fel drwm, troesom ni at y drôr lluniau, ac aeth awr ar goll yn chwilio am wynebau anghofiedig.

While the weather battered the roof like a drum, we turned to the drawer of photos, and an hour went missing searching for forgotten faces.

Pan ddiffoddodd y trydan am funud, fe wnes i gynnau cannwyll heb feddwl, a dechreuodd Nain stori am aeaf o eira pan oedd hi'n ferch.

When the electricity went off for a minute, I lit a candle without thinking, and Gran began a story about a winter of snow when she was a girl.

Roedd ei llais mor feddal â blanced gynnes, a'r glaw, fel petai'n gwrando, yn taro'n arafach wrth y gwydr.

Her voice was as soft as a warm blanket, and the rain, as if it were listening, hit the glass more gently.

Wedyn, tra roedd y bara brith yn oeri, tynnon ni allan gêm fwrdd hen ffasiwn, a chollais i'n lân ar y rownd gyntaf.

Then, while the bara brith was cooling, we pulled out an old-fashioned board game, and I lost completely in the first round.

Er popeth, roedd rhyw dawelwch yn y tŷ, y math sy'n dod pan fo pawb yn derbyn nad oes dim i'w wneud ond aros.

Despite everything, there was a kind of hush in the house, the sort that comes when everyone accepts there’s nothing to do but wait.

Pan dawelodd y glaw tua'r hwyr, agorwyd y drws am eiliad, ond dewisom ni aros gyda'r gwres, y llyfrau a sŵn y diferion o hyd.

When the rain quietened toward the evening, the door was opened for a moment, but we chose to stay with the warmth, the books and the sound of the droplets all the while.

Cyn i ni fynd i'r gwely, gosodais lun bach o Nain yn ifanc ar y silff, er mwyn cofio sut y gall diwrnod o law agor drws at bethau nad oeddwn i erioed wedi sylwi arnyn nhw.

Before we went to bed, I placed a small photo of Gran as a young woman on the shelf, to remember how a rainy day can open a door to things I had never noticed.