the rain lurks and then pounces

Meetings today were rather shorter than expected, which is all to the good. Less good was that I was fooled by the sunny morning and went to work without a jacket. Come the afternoon, I was regretting that. Fortunately I was not quite so stupid as to come out without an umbrella, and was only mildly damp by the time I got home, with occasional splashes around the trousers.

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Bitter rain in my courtyard
In the decline of Autumn,
I only have vague poetic feelings
That I cannot bring together.
They diffuse into the dark clouds
And the red leaves.
After the yellow sunset
The cold moon rises
Out of the gloomy mist.
I will not let down the blinds
Of spotted bamboo from their silver hook.
Tonight my dreams will follow the wind,
Suffering the cold,
To the jasper tower of your beautiful flesh.

-- Wu Tsao, translated by Kenneth Rexroth and Ling Chung