To Hear The Autumn Rain's Dropping Poem by Kinsley Lee

I'm sitting on the veranda and leaning against the pillar with ease,
When hearing the raindrops falling from roof tile on the edge of the eaves,
It's reaching somewhere, the sky-flute echoes softly in breeze.

Early autumn rain hastens the season's embrace,
When I open the door to hear the rain's dropping sound to release
In. Yet the cool fall breeze enter first in this place.
(27th, Sep.,2023, Kinsley Lee)