It rained yesterday and the day before yesterday You don't seem to have any intention of stopping This morning is also coming. I can't see the sky Even the busy memories under the sky He disappeared in the frequent rain. the cry of a non-wetting cicada On the table where I stayed noisily a bright red rose It's stuck in a long neck vase, under a spectacular wide earnings In the puddles that were broken by the rough rain, away from a long festival Only the water droplets that are tired while flowing be gathered together. Another sky is there. Is it the sky that left because of frequent rain? When did they come? pacing around without being able to get closer Pepper dragonfly Sitting above the sky in a short time.