The sky's water has
fallen, and autumn clouds are thin,
The western wind has
blown ten thousand li.
This morning's scene is
good and fine,
Long rain has not harmed
the land.
The row of willows
begins to show green,
The pear tree on the
hill has little red flowers.
A hujia pipe begins to
play upstairs,
One goose flies high
into the sky.
Clearing Rain---Du Fu
After the night rain has
gone and the lightning and thunder are just a memory, and the clouds have
lifted, the soft morning breeze brings peace. The morning finds us greeting the
sun and finding the wet dew on the grass. Our footprints through it leave a
mark but only temporarily. A goose takes to the sky taking out worries with it.
It is in these moments that we become lost and by doing so find ourselves.
