Scattered Impressions
Fleeting moments, where do I hear the rain? In the Rain Listening Pavilion, you are like a sudden summer rainstorm, crashing heavily upon my heart, drenched and refreshed. You are like a spring drizzle, a delicate rain, moistening my heart without a trace.
Because of you, the raindrops dancing in my palm, I would carefully contemplate them, touching the warmth they bring, wondering if they might feel lost and wanting to escape, or if they would burn.
I am water, and you are too. We are both seeking the original purity of water, and we believe that even the most turbulent and murky water will eventually return to its purest form. I am listening to the rain, and you are too. We are all listening to the raindrops' imprints, and we will always carry the collected droplets about rain in the Rain Listening Pavilion.
