Whirlwind of fury
O, tempest of thought
Of glistering diamonds
in aged trees left to rot
Gowan and orcid
with grace, blossom forth!
Crystals of water
that fall from sky north.

The warm summer rain
Surrounds us, drenches our clothes;
Your white dress, my white shirt,
Clings to our skin.
The rain drips from your long hair
and lingers on your lashes.