In the woods, rainfall. Lingering in the air Other fragrances than flowers; Vibrant colours all around, Each step more powerful. Yonder tree bending slightly, or ever so softly giving way under pressuring water. Ere the sun sets then: Reverberations of downpour in the lonely woods, a nigh night drenched. Kings inside safe castles, ire outside in blossoming nature: surface tension. Lights dimming through the leaves, and ere the end Yielding.