rush my poem

A Summer Outing by Du Fu 1 How nice to board the barge as the sun meets the horizon the breeze picks up the water ripples we sail past groves of thick bamboo and anchor in the cool of water lilies the young men mix some icy drinks the girls are slicing lotus roots but the clouds right overhead grow black rain makes me rush my poem. 2 The shower wets the benches we were sitting on the wind blows hard and rocks the boat the southern girls' red skirts drenched the northern beauties seem to have ruined their makeup the mooring line saws and cuts the willow the barge's curtains are soaked from breaking waves our going home will be wet and chilly as if we were having autumn right in the heart of summer.