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    The poem describes how the little rain helps the land become green in the spring by aiding the growth of seeds warmed by the sun. It contrasts a gloomy night where shadows loomed and riverboat torches glowed angrily with the next day where fresh colors broke through the soil and butterflies took wing down lawns bright with dew drops, renewing the garden.

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    The poem describes how the little rain helps the land become green in the spring by aiding the growth of seeds warmed by the sun. It contrasts a gloomy night where shadows loomed and riverboat torches glowed angrily with the next day where fresh colors broke through the soil and butterflies took wing down lawns bright with dew drops, renewing the garden.

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    THE LITTLE RAIN

    TU FU

    Translated by L. Crammer-Byung

    Oh, she is good, the little rain! and well


    she knows our need
    Who cometh in the time of spring to aid
    the sun-drawn seed;
    She waders with a friendly wind through
    silent nights unseen,
    The furrows feel her happy tears,
    and lo! the land is green.

    Last night cloud-shadows gloomed


    the path that winds to my adobe,
    And the torches of the river boats
    like angry meteors glowed.
    Today fresh colors break the soil, and butterflies take wing
    Down broidered lawns all bright with
    pearls in the garden of the King.

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