Running on the green grass,
As my feet catch those dews
Sinking my feet in ;drowning without a clue
Tiny droplets on my toes
Drinking in my daily dose
I wish to sit by the pane
Just to watch the pouring rain
I see those drips on the buds
While me coughing on my cuds
I wish to see the rain and say
Drip me drain me
clench me drench me
From the head to the toe
Please me rain; and i would bow
One by one those water-drops
Ticking like my morning clock
Breaking the silence as they fall
Sometimes they become those frozen  flakes
Falling in emptiness ;filling the space
Something my eyes never have seen
Trapped in this glass how long have i been
Ages ,decades,No eras and centuries
But when is the time i pass away
The light is out, the curtains are drawn
But i still hear the sound of rain
Easing this empty soul's pain
Staring the ceiling and the window pane
Wishing and praying to see those rains
Which poured on me like a gentle hug
Little by little ,drop by drop
I feel you still ;wetting my clothes
On the summers night in burning haze
When you fell on me rain
I forgot the fire,the burn,the pain
Washing my every wound and stain
I need no umbrella nor any parosal
Fading in somber ;ever so dim ever so dull
Blurring the halos and  blinding by lights
Losing the reality from every height
Me on the toes singing my ballads
Dancing like a ballerina or a silly mallard
Its ever so calm hearing the rain
Forgetting the pains
Which died in vain
So when it does rain again
i shall too call you again
Us Sitting by the window pane
Hearing the night,the sound of rain
The pitter-patter ,the drip,drip-drop
Gazing each other till our tears drop
From our eyes and down the blossoms
Its gentle and warm just like the rain
Is it joy because i feel no pain
So let us become the lilies
Those which cried for rain
Or the rather the autumn leaves which died in pain,
which suffered in vain,
Let us not cry for bane
Until it rains, Until it rains.
                ___tsuki no ume~

The stars live
seen from my bed
very deep
inside the window frame

Nice and cool you lie next to me
sleeping satisfied
my skin burns
where I miss you

in this longhouse, where we
only dared to make love
restrainedly, not used
to hear it from others

The rain rustles
that warm pleasure
of the children and for us
if there had been no neighbours

who would be ashamed
so we did it quietly
like the lash mites
when they mate

stamps today.
One for you,
one for me—
and I crossed my fingers
for clear skies.

Raindrops on the roof,
They’ve given me a change of mood,
Washing all the desolation away —
Like a freebird, like a goof,
Inside me, joy that brewed.
In the rain, I dance and sway.

Missing the rain,
Leaves me in a blurry haze.
The sound of dripping drops,
Falling onto the rooftop.
The wish to hold you close,
As the thunder boasts.

She was waiting for him outside the house in the rain.
And she was constantly peering into the far distance.
She didn’t think what would happen to her with that.
The rain was covering all her pinching sadness.

She was waiting for him outside the house in the rain.
She wasn’t crying, no, she was getting wet.
The rain was pitiful to her and crying heart out,
Not realizing that she was extremely wet.

She was waiting for him outside the house in the rain.
And the rain wasn’t calm. It was simply pelting.
She must have made mistake - the house was wrong.
Or maybe he forgot her and stopped waiting.