Rain Poem by Du Fu

Rain

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Roads not yet glistening, rain slight,
Broken clouds darken after thinning away.
Where they drift, purple cliffs blacken.
And beyond -- white birds blaze in flight.

Sounds of cold-river rain grown familiar,
Autumn sun casts moist shadows. Below
Our brushwood gate, out to dry at the village
Mill: hulled rice, half-wet and fragrant.

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Ross Curtin 28 April 2019

a moment in time captured perfectly

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Du Fu

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Henan Province / China
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