Tick tock, small raindrops gently float away from the sky, silent rain night, it is the accompaniment of the melody; It is a "light" in silent night.
In the distant mountains, under the shadow of darkness, if hidden as now; Looking out at the wheat field, a fresh smell of grass came to me, and in the grass I could hear the ticking of the raindrops.
Raindrops, it is the "star" in the rainy night; It is the most performing dancer in the night sky. It is not so graceful, but fresh and pleasant; It does not shine like that, but with unadorned dedication to plant water; It is not so soft, but it moistens the land with a fine, silent moistening.
The rain! You seem to understand: comfortable, quiet, intoxicating; As if the heart of a poem, a song in the ear, a familiar song, can hear the cozy; Can hear the heart.