the ways of nature

Toward the sun’s path
Hollyhock flowers turning
In the rains of summer.

Matsuo Bashō

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there is weeping in my heart …

It rains gently on the town.
Arthur Rimbaud

There is weeping in my heart
as it rains on the town.
What languor is this
that pierces my heart?

O gentle noise of the rain
on the ground and the roofs!
For a heart that is troubled,
O the song of the rain!

There is no cause for weeping
in this sickened heart.
What! No treason?
This sorrow has no cause.

Indeed, it is the worst grief
not to know why,
without love or hate,
my heart has so much grief.

Paul Verlaine

holy mountain

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

Matsuo Bashō

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