In June, a weather forecaster said on TV one day when it had been raining for a long time, "I haven't had a rainy season in Tokyo yet."That's stupid.
Even though there are already three vinyl umbrellas in the front door.

This world, which is moved by the providence of nature and someone's circumstances, keeps the balance of turbidity by washing away the rain every time the dirt is highlighted.
If so, something must be going wrong this year.Perhaps there are still circumstances that must be washed away before summer.
I was convinced at such a drop-off place, and today I went out with the most beautiful umbrella of the three, not to get wet.


Some people almost always remember when it rains, especially when it rains.It's a man who got on a train soaked while holding a long can of beer.
The man belonging to "Uncle ,," stood by the window apologetically because it was raining so boldly, but he was suspiciously seen by the surroundings, coupled with the alcohol he had in his hand. But I had only one book in my hand that was disproportionately dry in addition to alcohol. It's Banana Yoshimoto's "Memories of the Dead End." I'm sure this book won't get wet. It was easy to imagine that he must have brought it, with the cover removed and the horned, reddish color, which he would have cherished as his own bible.
At that moment, a slight sympathy struck between him and me, and I felt my facial muscles slowly unravel.


That's not why.I just thought it would be nice if there was only one bible in a hard-to-live world.
July 7th is steadily approaching in the days when it is still raining.Let's wait for a day that will be the "base ,," for everyone who visits us like this, wrapping a gift of feelings.


When I arrived at the station, rain beads were set on my eyelashes and my jeans were heavy and moist.
It seems that he didn't let him use his umbrella again because he was thinking about it.



Sea (updated 2021.07.02)