Near the horizon

rain

hits ground
in bed it sounds like battered vegetables
frying in a

skillet

.

Last summer when my mom told me
on a rainy day
that the rain instills in her a craving of

buchimgae

I asked why?

"the sound. it sounds like buchimgae frying in a pan."

I listened and for the first time heard this.
I told her, you are right.

This morning it felt like a giant skillet was off in the horizon
cooking a large amount of buchimgae.
A soft sizzle. Softer than the harsher fry of

tempura

or

eggplant

in oil.

I thought, how great is it to be reminded of buchimgae on a rainy day.