Finding Myself Inside of the Rain

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Morning Rain 
by Tu Fu

"A slight rain comes, bathed in dawn light.

 I hear it among treetop leaves before mist arrives.

Soon it sprinkles the soil

 

and,windblown, 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." 

Yes, the rain has come.

And I find myself inside of it.

Do you see?