From the gray sky where brightness is increased,
Cold rain falls.
“I am me.”
Enjoyment is where the wind blows.

Cold rain
will carry and
will carry people's tears.
Tears that weren't shed and
Tears that were shed
gathered up
One grain at a time
Changing to snow.
A heavy object into a light one
Dripping
Wafting
Wafting
Dripping
Dripping
Wafting
One grain at a time
Soundlessly
is held by the ground
melting away.
Surely from there,
Grass sprouts
Supple green
Daughters.