H₂O

Clear weather is beautiful too,
but my own sensibility
seems to feel most complete when it rains.
Strictly speaking, I love water molecules.
Not fat raindrops, but the fine molecules of a soft drizzle,
and I love the smell of the air then.

Why is that?
In the cold of winter, more than the warmth beneath a blanket,
I prefer the warmth that melts
this soaked, dripping self of mine —
like Gwak Jae-gu's poem "At Sapyeong Station" —
the warmth you'd meet before the stove in that poem,
that's the warmth I love more.

So maybe I have to get wet.
That's maybe how I became this way.
Well, maybe that's why, like a refugee of Goguryeo,
I'm always destined to wander somewhere.