It is raining.
But I feel somehow quiet.
Insects are singing.
But I don't mind much.
The other, will also end the summer.
But the reality is still followed.
Rain has also lasted.
It is quietly quietly lasted.
I can not see anything when I look up at the sky.
From the sky of such a dark night, it pours rain.
Wrapped in darkness, it pours rain.
And I will be wrapped in the sound of rain.
Sound of rain is as me...
wash away the noise inside of me.
Small gift from the night sky.