The Evening Dusk

The evening dusk, 
a little bit of rain
a bit of sun 
a bit of moon 
dancing on the palm of the lake.
sweet melody of frogs awakened by the rush of early rain.
Where is the infinite trace of my thinking?
on the morning of past,
on the early breeze of night
or perhaps on the sunny side of the dusk 
lurking from the light clouds.