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.
Rain
Du Fu
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Poem topics: autumn, away, purple, river, sun, white, flight, cold, broken, rain, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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