Copia

One April, my friend D said

The undiseased will be prone to think that the sound of rain is noise, but in it, the apophenic will almost certainly find music.

It was a wish for hope. For in April, our earth is parched, our souls are scorched, and every breath we take is a prayer for rain.

And then, April passes.

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One comment

  1. 雨三粒天から土用見舞かな
    ame san tsubu ten kara doyô mimai kana

    three raindrops
    a greeting card from heaven…
    midsummer heat

    Issa

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