Waiting for a bus at the bus stop,
a beautiful girl with an umbrella came to me and
shared her umbrella with me.
Could you imagine a man dancing under the rain
in the street with such a beautiful girl?
I returned to my home country after thirty-some years of foreign life,
and visited my old teacher at the end of the street
in that autumn morning in Seoul.
The rain was making me nostalgic and melancholic.
I did not care whether my thoughts were getting wet.
Suddenly, I was standing under a rainbow arch,
but the girl with the umbrella did not read what was on my mind.
She did not know the waterfalls upon my thoughts.
Fifteen or twenty minutes later, the bus took us to Shinchon Metro Station,
and we were heading to our separate destinations.
She looked at me, then head bent, bowed to me.
She waved and backed away.
I smiled at her. I was standing there for a while.
She did not know what was on my mind;
She did not see the rainbow in the autumn morning
and the waterfalls.
She passed by me in little curtsy motions.
She became a young, beautiful woman;
Ever since then she became my home country.
