April 08^th, 2019

Good Rain: A Night in Spring

The good rain knows its season.
Come spring, it comes to life again.
With the wind, so stealthy in the night
Moistens all things, so delicate, so silent.
On the wild paths, clouds all black.
From river skiff, a lamp, the single light.
In morning's glow, the red wet spots:
Flowers weigh down upon Brocade Mandarin.