When translating a poem it is hard to find the line between the artistic writing and the correct translation, because it all depends on what the original author wanted to say. So, my opinions might be subjective, but I will try...
Welcome Rain on a Spring Night
Welcome Rain on a Spring Night
Du Fu
A good rain knows its season.
When spring comes, to revive the life it begins to fall.
During the night, it secretly drifts in on with the wind secretly.
It drenches the world silently.
The farm roads become ? are cloaked with clouds.
Only a single bright light comes from a riverboat.
At dawn, we see Chengdu is full of all wet and red.
The flowers are weighing down with under the rain.
Hope it helps!