holy mountain

The misty rain —
the day unable to see Fuji
leaves great charm.

Matsuo Bashō

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splendour

Sleeping on a journey –
Is some dog being rained on too?
The voices of night.

Matsuo Bashō

eyes

Above the bed the roof leaked,
no place was dry,
And the raindrops ran down like strings,
without a break.
I have lived through upheavals and ruin
and have seldom slept very well,
But have no idea how I shall pass
this night of soaking.

Du Fu

leaky roof

Plantain in a storm —
a night listening to rain
dripping in a tub.

MatsuoBashō

shade

Let plantain leaves
hang over my pillars —
the moon above my hut.

Matsuo Bashō

wondering at him

White rain
On the eaves of the corner house
Forms into beads.

There is a sound in the wind:
A dog making water.

Takamasa

a discreet purchase

Zeus bought Danaë with golden rain
and I purchase you with a gold coin.
I can’t, after all, pay more than Zeus.

Parmenion