The Rain

It's nice to be able to listen to the rain. It always comes late at night here in Japan. I hear it just outside the window.
Where I come from, the rain is somewhat rare; thunderstorms that shake the world asunder, but only during the summer.
It's nice to see the fog enshrouded mountains, the moss covered stones, the rivers that flow through stone channels.
Where I come from, the mountains are sandstone, rough, and the crags host dryed-out lichens.
It's nice to be teaching and, during a lull, look out the window and spy the sea.
Where I come from, the sea is something we read about in books.
It's nice to be able to listen to the rain.