The woods in the rain

The sound of the raindrops on my umbrella

made music to my ears.

The clear powerful sound of the stream

Flowing into the lake made another note.

Or, I heard possibly the last chorus of the locust, too.

The sound of raindrops on the broad paulownia leaves,

The sound of raindrops on the long machilus leaves,

The silver crystal on the pine needles,

And,

Their Chorus made me happy!

So, the woods always greet me with such a delight.