My senses tell me it’s about to rain,
I run and take refuge in a cavern.
Paying attention, I sooth all the pain,
And allow the rain to heal me again.

I smell the earth’s intoxicating scents
Brought by the swift pouring of april rain.
I seize the boon after the solemn lent,
The earth exults, now my re-birth will reign.

Brilliant drizzles of crystal clear raindrops
Quench the the thirst of the fruit trees of summer.
The rain showers refill the plants’ sweet saps
That would make season’s harvest juicier.

A damselfly alight on the reed’s blade.
Pellucid mist caught on its net-veined wings.
Raindrops form pools in the forest’s glade
The earth’s bosom bears the heaven’s blessings.

The rain stops and winds blow the clouds away
To bathe other grounds with April shower.
I’m enriched by my silent reverie.
It’s time I bequeath the cavern’s shelter.

I wish when April rain reaches your place,
You would pay attention and seize its grace.