A slight rain comes, bathed in dawn light.
I hear it among treetop leaves
before mistArrives.
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.
--- Tu Fu
