On the steep roof gently tapping;
Tip-tap, tap-tip, merrily dancing,
On the asphalt laugh countless frolics,
In the courtyard in the rain
Four pigeons flirt in plenteous gain.
Leaning on the windowsill
As in the cleansing power
The childlike ground gets baptized;
I inhale the saving grace
Of the slow rain drenching
My thoughts in lovely drips.