Rain never fascinates me,
But the climate after rain does.
The drops in every leaf,
The mud in every corner,
The cold in every wind, and
The fireflies at night.

But still,
Rain never fascinates me,
But it makes me again a child.
A child who shower in leaf drops,
A child who splash the mud,
A child who refuses to bathe in cold, and
A child who wonders at a firefly tree.

Rain never fascinates me,
But it makes me more a child,
And it brings out the craziest one.