Think, Look, Make

The First Rain     by Yehuda Amichai The first rain reminds me Of the rising summer dust. The rain doesn't remember the rain of yesteryear. A year is a trained beast with no memories. Soon you will again wear your harnesses, Beautiful and embroidered, to hold Sheer stockings: you Mare and harnesser in one body. The white panic of soft flesh In the panic of a sudden vision Of ancient saints. Morning Rain   by Tu Fu A slight rain comes, bathed in dawn light. I hear it among treetop leaves before mist Arrives. Soon it sprinkles the soil and, Windblown, follows clouds away. Deepened Colors grace thatch homes for a moment. Flocks and herds of things wild glisten Faintly. Then the scent of musk opens across Half a mountain -- and lingers on past noon.   Like Rain it Sounded Till it Curved by Emily Dickinson Like Rain it sounded till it curved And then I knew 'twas Wind -- It walked as wet as any Wave But swept as dry as sand -- When it