Roads not yet glistening, rain slight,
Broken clouds darken after thinning away.
Where they drift, purple cliffs blacken.
And beyond — white birds blaze in flight.

Sounds of cold-river rain grown familiar,
Autumn sun casts moist shadows. Below
Our brushwood gate, out to dry at the village
Mill: hulled rice, half-wet and fragrant.

frags like a gentle stream is LFP!
NAME CHANGE: peashooter army

scout: jw
flank scout: daveb
pocket: mono
roamer: nazara
demo: alfredodan
medic: rebite

[b]thanks and message Jw.#4795 for tryouts![/b]
poem is Rain by Du Fu
在破裂的石門旁，軍醫再次掉落