morning rain

morning rain



The dawn light. A light rain.

I hear it on the treetop leaves.

Then, the mist. The morning wind

blows it and the clouds away.


Now colours deepen, and a sense of grace:

the presence of water.

And then, across the landscape

the smell of morning rain.


Du Fu (712-770 AD)

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