The Rain Sings

The falling rain turns into a light drizzle

A graceful melody...
Celebrating the gentle charm of the rain...

Bringing moisture and peace to people's hearts...
The quiet sigh brought by the rain...

Little birds chirp, singing of the joy of the rain...

The white flowers of the nandina rejoice in the raindrops, their beauty increasing even more...

Listening closely to the whispers of the light rain in the silence...

Feeling the natural laws of all living things

Singing of the happiness that comes from simply being alive...

The raindrops... the charm of the cloudy sky... the brilliance of the sunlight...

Guided by the rhythm of the universe,
asking questions to the wavering human heart...

Humans are those who waver...
Humans are those who view all of nature—the rain, the sunlight—with a narrow perspective...

If you look with the vast perspective of the universe
The rain sings that everything is necessary and everything has meaning...

My heart finds rest in the singing rain...

Rustling, the rain and wind have brought a gentleness...

[Afterword]
As I watched the heavenly bamboo flowers getting wet in the rain, words just overflowed.

I end up watching all the inevitabilities with a wavering heart...
That is what it means to be human, with a narrow field of view.

I find myself wishing I could look at things with the vast perspective of the universe...

Since my own perspective is still so narrow (lol)

Thank you for reading my humble poem.

I have borrowed the image.
Heavenly bamboo flowers ↓