Platinum skies & The Grand Frogs' Chorus

It had only just been announced on the television set above the counter in the old sushi shop where we were celebrating the Master's 70th birthday, that the official start to the rainy season had begun, almost 2 weeks earlier than usual! The frogs, of course, felt it in their waters.

Walking home after dark

Along a garden path,

From an unseen amphibian amphitheater

The sweet, squelching song of summertime frogs

Squeaked and swelled.

Rainy season!

The scent of sandalwood blossoms.

It did not occur to me until I set down the words, that the noun for frog and the verb for 'homing' (coming or going) sound the same in Japanese - kaeru-  but looks different (frog = 蛙, and homing = 帰). I should get out my brushes in honor of their little ditty shared with me.