It is raining. They say that small insects fly lower when it rains because their bodies are heavier than usual. Then swallows, they too fly low for the low-flying feast. The insects, however, do not care to take shelter, but rather they try to keep floating in the misfortune. It looks as if they fly in despair of being a worm, or as if they pretend that they do not realize the heaviness. You can rest a little, I think. When the sky clears, finally, swallows return to the endless sky. They do not remember those poor small insects, nor the rain, nor the days they flew so low. They disappear as the wet ground dries. But whenever it rains, insects fly into the rain with heaviness as if they do not know the rain.
