“A sudden spring shower sweeping across a wooden footbridge over indigo…”

“The suddenness of spring rain is well-caught, yet my gentle mist is lost to Hokusai's bold lines. Your shower falls too heavily; the travelers' shared umbrellas lack the quiet intimacy of a fleeting moment. Soften the stroke—let the shower whisper between mountains.”

“This spring shower lacks my fierce energy. The rain is too gentle, too pretty. My lines would cut sharper, the wind more violent. You borrowed Hiroshige's softness but forgot the storm's sudden fury. The woodgrain is nice, but where is the wildness?”