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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