what kinds of things
went through my mind
throughout the night
as I listened to the ceaseless
sound of rain striking my window?
no bone chilling
autumn wind
could pierce me
like this spring storm
scattering blossoms
summer night
rap at the gate,
a rap at the door...
how hope answers
the water rail's knock.
although the wind
blows terribly here
the moonlight also leaks
between the roof planks
of this ruined house
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