All night long rain fell,
 
weeds and flowers drank each drop—
 
still, they thirst for more.

 
 
 

Spring rain fell all night,
 
singing to the wilderness,
 
“Let there be blossoms!”

 
 
 

After winter rain
 
a brand-new penny glistens
 
on a sun-drenched street.

 
 
 

Winter rain lets up—
 
I rush to fill the feeder
 
with sunflower seeds.

 
 
 

Cold rain fell all night.
 
Thirsty flower seeds rejoiced.
 
A tall pine toppled.

 
 
 

Cold December rain—
 
if the maple trees could speak,
 
maybe they’d complain.

 
 
 

Cold December rain—
 
I hear a crow scolding me
 
but cannot see it.

 
 
 

As autumn winds down,
 
my neighbor scoops pine needles
 
from his rain gutters.

 
 

In the autumn rain
 
a man embraces his son,
 
then sends him to war.

 
 
 

Heavy autumn rain—
 
the homeless man discovers
 
a hole in his tent.