"Storm is approaching, wet is the air
Your Big Red Robe has been blown away from the chair.
The wind is playing tug-of-war and wins this round
While you, like a child, chasing & wishing not to fall too far behind.
The wind tosses it swiftly,
from left to right,
above wild lilies, taking shape of red dragon or a red paper kite?
There he goes, through the bamboo grove with the speed of an arrow.
Then, mischievously slows down near the apricot tree to see if you follow.
This Big Red Dragon is a stunner, you are totally spellbound.
He proudly jumps and glides then modestly bows his head down.
...then he disappears deeply in the cedar forest somehow.
The raindrops heavily smash the ground one by one,
shooting particles of soil and tiny flints high in the air like a machine gun.
You sit at your doorstep, brewing your wulong tea,
Gazing through the raindrops, calmly, steady and ultimately free."