A towering white thundercloud is growing towards the sky in the distance.
As it gets closer, the color of the ominous clouds turn a heavy lead.
Suddenly, there is an evening shower.
The cicadas that had been singing loudly fell silent all at once.
The heavy rain that is pressed down by the rain bends the tips of tree branches with its weight,
and flow into the room through the reed blind.
I feel the cool air as I lay on the tatami floor.
Any hint of civilization is muted in the layers of raining sound hitting the roof
and the surfaces of the leaves outside.
Raising the reed blind and stepping onto the porch, the moisture in the air creeps in through my nostrils.
The smell of the moist earth fills my lungs as I take a deep breath.
Under the heavy grey sky, a bird takes off, like it has reluctantly made up his mind.
At that instant, a flash of light split through the sky and the sound of a thunder shook the ground.
As the grumbling thunder gradually fades away, the heavy grey sky lets rays of sun beams through its cracks,
and the cicadas starts singing all at once like it has woken up from its sleep.
As the red sky gradually loses its light,
the Higurashi cicadas cocoon the dusk with their tranquil voice, marking the end of the day.
Stipa tenuissima ‘Pony Tails’, Veronica ornata, Hypericum, Hydrangea macrophylla, Stachys officinalis ‘Hummelo’
Photo | Noboru Murata