After the rain the world is clean and fresh! The brush marks are dancing, and my mind is cooling and clam...
Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night
By Du Fu (杜甫)
A good rain knows its proper time;
It waits until the Spring moment.
It drifts in with the wind, slips in by night,
Its fine drops nourish everything, yet make no sound.
The paths between the fields are cloaked with dark clouds,
A river-skiff’s light is still burning.
When the day dawns, we’ll see splashes of wet red
Flowers in Chengdu City, weighed down by the rain.
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