
Evidence of rain;
My stream a rushing river;
Wind pushes the clouds.
Sun breaks over the field;
Billowed wind rushes the clouds;
Rooster's cry is faint.

Sun's rays are balmy;
Sky is as blue as summer;
Wind is waiting now.

Dead log lies dormant;
Sun paints it with light/shadow--
Natural still life.

Everywhere water--
Cascading down the mountain;
Racing through the woods.

Even dead sumac
Is lit up by the soft light;
Painted by the sun.

A horse cloud gallops;
Another cloud tinged with gray;
All pushed by the wind.
By side of the road
A miniature river flows
Springing from dead leaves.

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