At the baggage claim,
 
one woman smells as fragrant
 
as a summer rain.

 
 

Trickling through the pines,
 
a summer rain makes its way
 
to a desert place.

 
 

On this clear spring day
 
my longing for rain deepens,
 
along with the drought.

 
 

As the drought deepens,
 
leaves rain down from my plum tree,
 
littering the ground.

 
 

What’s left of April,
 
a few more days without rain,
 
will soon pass away.

 
 
 

A late-winter rain
 
dampens the song of the dove—
 
I pack my suitcase.

 
 
 

Hail and freezing rain!
 
Will cherry blossoms ever
 
grace my tree again?

 
 
 

Nipped by winter winds,
 
I pray for one thing only:
 
cherry-blossom rain.

 
 
 

Unexpected rain—
 
the white-crowned sparrows scatter
 
as the first drops fall.

 
 
 

Though their clothes are soaked,
 
the fence builders keep working
 
in the freezing rain.