and the rain, the rain, the rain, the rain
Raindrops suddenly began to fall, wetting the roofs of the huts. They fell regularly, like the weight of life or of time. On nights when it rained, I couldn’t stop myself from listening to the sound, which kept me from sleeping. Insomnia, then eternal sleep—… and the rain, the rain, the rain, the rain.
— Yu Miri, Tokyo Ueno Station: A Novel (Riverhead Books, June 23, 2020)





















