It’s a pleasant June raining. I’m sitting in my tiny garden, splash, splash, splash – replies the cloudburst. The cat also listens and smells fresh drops. Lobelia becomes even pinker. And in five minutes my bare feet are already warmed by joyful rays.

I longed for Tokio, even on snowing days, 
But look, a freezing, ragged beggar 
is leaning there on a wall in the backstreets 
what dream this man?

– a fragment of the poem by Hagiwara Sakutarō “A blue cat”.