Rejoicing at Rain in a Spring Night

The good rain knows the seasons,

And comes around when spring is here.

Following the wind, it glides into the night,

Moistens things, delicate and soundless.

The paths in outskirt are as dark as clouds,

The only lights are from lanterns of river boats.

The dawn shall see splashes of steeped red:

The heavy flowers in the City of Brocade［1］.

1) Present-day Chengdu.