it must be raining hard
and you cannot go out of your cubicle
and outside it is muddy
and the children are playing and running under the rain
as you watch happily
how the world is going under the heavy rains
and rumored typhoons....
that is why you write and post a poem
like me.
well, we know how to survive even with
only words as shield against the sins of our idleness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem