மழையின் அங்கீகாரம்

i return home having said goodbye to the fellow traveler who sat beside me the whole journey — not two words exchanged, not even a smile returned, as though i wasn't there at all. the rain pours down in one sudden rush, wrapping everything in its arms — and grants my existence a great recognition: i am here, i have not disappeared. i don't expect rain from you. only a single drop. turning that one drop into a rain of my own is nothing new to me. — haka