雨
12 poems of rain.
あめ · in 12 of the 701 poems of Sōmokutō
- having been given just enough to eat and now it turns to rainThe Begging Bowl
- the sasanqua in the rain not even fallingThe Begging Bowl
- wet with the rain that cloud let fallThe Begging Bowl
- in my home village where the rain falls i walk barefootOne Man Within
- on a willful, as-i-please journey, i go on getting wet in the rainOn the Begging Road
- there's something to eat, something to get drunk on too — rain on the weedsWalking Mountains, Walking Waters
- already withering the blades of grass in the rainA Landscape of Weeds
- the more the rain falls the brighter the leopard-plant flowersCold and Alone
- the sowing done a good rain comes — the color of the mountainsCold and Alone
- catching the rain a pailful of beautiful waterCold and Alone
- the morning rain just enough to dampen the stonesHeart for the Road
- a fire — let it rain, it blazes up prayingThe Crow
Rain was not to be kept off but to be received. Rain on a man with one bamboo hat never turns into a complaint. “On a willful, as-I-please journey, I go on getting wet in the rain.”