AFTER THE RAIN, IT BEGINS TO CLEAR by Hu Cuinan

AFTER THE RAIN, IT BEGINS TO CLEAR

Hu Cuinan

After the flood, the rain finally stopped.

The dead grass will grow again after the Spring thunder.

The fledglings are anxious to grow, a little faster, then a little more

“His feathers have grown, along with his courage to fly.”

Dandelions, blown to all directions. Ah, such a vagrant life they lead.

At my window, I enjoy the storm’s strumming!

In the vast open fields, a teenager knocks at a door,

an old man hides behind the window curtains, not sure what to do.

Horses gallop, kicking up grass and flowers.

All is as expected.

A tender needlegrass stands tall again in the mud.

The things I have gone through

are also blessed to wear a new cloak of forgiveness.

About the poet:

Hu Cuinan, 

also known by her pen names Nanfang Hu. She published her personal poetry collection Repeating the Same Mistakes in 2004.

Her works have appeared in Chinese Poetry, Poetry Monthly, Journal of Selected Poems, Chinese Poets and other publications. She has received the Zhang Jian Poetry Award and the Fujian Poetry 2009 Poet of the Year Award.