In place of a depraved God,
I descended on this rainy day...
Rain Under the Umbrella
Manbo-Dead-Behind-the-House-P
Lyrics/Song: You Takahashi Art: Tsukasa Ryuuguu
If you ask why I hate umbrellas,
I could list unending reasons
Holding my bundled coat in my arm,
I walk in search of a roof...
A girl walking alone
holds her umbrella with unsteady fingers
And I saw a rock hidden in a puddle
trip her and make her fall...
Brought about by God's negligence,
what a crude thing is this rain...
Now the girl's poor little knee
was not just wounded, but muddy...
"I got separated from mom," she said,
holding out her pink umbrella to me
Seeking help from me like it was ordinary,
she was just like someone I knew...
I stood inside her umbrella,
and walked alongside her,
when I noticed, in colored pencil,
crude, irregular flowers were drawn inside...
"They're flowers that only bloom on rainy days!"
The girl looked at them triumphantly,
but it seemed a bit of waste to have flowers
that couldn't be seen from the outside...
"That's okay," the girl smiled,
for her mother who had planted them
wanted them to grow big,
and so put the roots toward the rain...
To her mother, who made the stormy sky into earth,
the girl ran over on her wounded knee
"I'm glad it rained," she cried,
and I saw the strong girl off...
Better put up an umbrella...