I should have a hot cup of tea. Even in the morning, it is so cold that living is difficult. Making
up my heart just so, I will pour water and mix fire into liquor. How warm and how fragrant will it 
be? Let the lips get wet from it a little. When did the day grow bright? Since when was I
wandering in the kitchen? I am having a hard time remembering. I hold a cup in my hand and
pour the liquor from a bottle. The bell rings, and there is knocking on the door. I hear these
sounds, but I cannot stop. From outside the door, someone says hello, are you there? I hear them
calling on their phone; they must be the neighbor living downstairs. So, I put down my glass and
pick up the phone. They ask if the water is leaking again, is it raining again? I say, rain? Yes, I
think it started to rain at daybreak. Can’t you do something about it? Oh no, I am so sorry, I will
go outside right away. When could it have possibly started? I quickly go to the toilet and stand
above the drain. It should work if I stay here until it stops. I don’t know if it will go on all day or
stop within ten minutes. Then I remember that I have left the liquor bottle open, and I feel that if 
I drink it all, it will stop raining. I need faith. I sent a message. Oh no, I am sorry, it will stop
soon, but the rain shows no sign of stopping. There is no reason to stop. This rain doesn’t stop
when I go outside my home. It doesn’t like it when I go outside. It knows that I can’t refuse it. It 
knows my will better than myself.