On this rainy morning, I wake
to a world of emerald green.
I laugh to see that the ferns,
whose emergence I awaited
all those early spring days,
have conquered the hillside.
I grin at their glad victory.
Overhead, raindrops play
the leaves of the trees
as if they were the keys
of a piano. And I watch
and listen to the song,
and it fills my heart with joy.