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Sound of Rain

With a sound of rain, at early morning rising is urged.


Rain must never wash any vast remorse away, it rather evokes so clear remembrance.


But unexpectedly, cold rice ball as Onigiri, or Omusubi is so good at breakfast of a little cooler rainy morning.


A sound of raining is heard falling fine, precisely so discerning, but sometimes irregularly falling and it either at outset of pattering, spitting or spattering.


Raindrops have so diversity as if we have a vast gap between fortune number, winner, riot, bonanza, strike, smash hit or so and setting star, derpression, stagnation, slump or so.


How does our earth nature make everything at this globe so symbolized with our daily emotional things on our mind.


(May. 21th. 2019)