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.
~Morning Rain by Tu Fu