Wandering Through the Cherry Blossoms, and Silent Rain

It was the end of March, which was cherry blossom season in Japan.

After a bus transfer, Luke got out at Shinjuku and took a leisurely walk.

The weather today wasn't good. In the gloomy drizzle, the cherry blossoms didn't look as pink as in the bright morning sun.

The upside was that there were fewer people viewing the cherry blossoms.

Everybody obediently wrapped their long coats around themselves as they walked under the cherry blossom trees in the rain with umbrellas.

Of course, there were still people taking photos everywhere.

The melancholic beauty of the cherry blossoms in the rain didn't lose out to their radiance under the sun.

Luke enjoyed the environment very much. He had never seen a marvel like cherry blossoms in full bloom in both his lives.

The rain was neither too heavy nor too light, and the people around were neither too many nor too few. The falling pink and white blossoms were like a tranquil painting.