Let me rather remain in waiting...

Dear illness,

Today I feel somewhat well. I've been leaning against the windowpane, gazing out for quite some time now.
Where are you? You haven't come!

Is it not yet time for your arrival?

Even the fever has taken leave since yesterday—
does no one want to stay with me anymore?

What's the use of growing reckless with these small sighs?
I feel as though—
until the gentle rains descend
your preparations for coming won't be complete either.

So I'd rather just keep waiting...