A slight rain comes, bathed in dawn light I hear it among treetop leaves before mist Arrives. Soon it sprinkles the soil and,
Windbblown, follows clouds away.Deepened
Colors grace thatch homes for a moment.
Flocks and herds of things wild glisten
Faintly. Then the scent of musk opens across
Half a mountain -
- and lingers on past noon.
poem:Morning Rain by Tu Fu