Morning Rain

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.

-Tu Fu -