Rainfall into mist;
Grayness descends on the land;
My heart is sunlit.
Softened by the fog,
Barn and field are cloaked in clouds;
Petals line the road.
In the shrouded field
Yellow blooms, purple clover
Bring out the sun's light.
The trees are raining,
Yet the drops don't hit the road--
A world above me.
Rain has scrubbed the air;
Now the most smell of the woods
Rises from the earth.
Chipmunk magician
Stops and stares right at my eyes
Then pops out of sight.
Now there are asters--
Tiny cousins of daisies
To light up the road.
Suddenly it's dark;
Soon torrential rain will fall.
Will I make it home?
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