Algy leaned back against the trunk of the tree that hung over the burn, and listened to the different sounds of water all around him. The burn itself made the most noise, but if he listened carefully he could also hear the sounds of the persistent light rain and the dripping bushes all around him. It was cold and wet, but it was pleasant to hear the many sounds of water; they reminded him of a well-known haiku by Issa:
listening, that evening,
to rain in the mountains.
[ Algy is quoting the a haiku by the late 18th/early 19th century Japanese master Kobayashi Issa. ]