as a small child watching through the window, falling rain.
rain, which wets the leaves of the trees and soaks the earth,
as you imagine, like a few drops of water falling from the sky,
with that force to fill the earth with many joy, its liquid crystal,
It rains, it rains says the child looking through that window of the sale, falling drops through his window </ center>
how beautiful, she says with a voice, sweet and lovely when the rain falls
fall, that rains as well as cheers that child, cheers many more lives
I have always considered rainy windows as a form of optical poetry. One line of falling droplets create an intimately unique impression, just like a line of poetry.