Downpour

Went out running in the rain. And the sprinklers in the field on the rain. I'm wet. Rain is good for so many things. I just turned on this music, and I had the urge to open a window and light a candle. The last night I felt like that, I set my hand on fire.

and I wonder (she said)
(as she waxed poetic)
if somewhere there is a man
with the versatility of this storm
a rain to run in, smiling--laughing
a rain to watch and sigh
with a lightning and a thunder
that won't pass me idly by
I miss the wind that lashes and plays
I miss you, if you look at the storm
and the rain is not burden, but feeling
and its pleasure is part in its harm.

Light me a candle, if you can.

sigh

I think I just described my current feeling as a 'gentle melancholy'

I was really made for the Heian aristocracy.