One drop of rain
Listen carefully
I know the sign of rain in the wind
With that sound one drop,
one drop of rain, playing the koto string
Before you are aware of it
The rain drop becomes a thread
As if woven silk
becomes music
The rain is
gentleness descending on a dry city
As though filling our loneliness
Vaguely embracing the world
We don’t use an umbrella
Hair gets wet
Shoulder gets wet
Even hearts get wet
And then float in the river of music
Down the mountain stream
Winding through the earth
We arrive at the sea
At the end of the world.
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