In the returning road,
A streak of sunlight points at the empty asphalt and
A puddle laughs.
The sun illuminates a gray sky,
The rain is over.
Leaving  behind
A puddle...
How much rain
Fell?
Look, about this much
Only the puddle knows.
It rains as much as it can.
By now, in the sky somewhere
It is carried across by the blowing winds
Traveling.
Does it want to come again?
It will never come again.
All the rain
Only once.
Never again.
Only once
Traces of rain.