RAIN IN SUMMER
THE afternoon grew darkening from the west;A hush fell on the air, and in the trees;The huddled birds pronounced their prophecies;The flowers bent their heads as if to restNow that the tide of the sun's golden seasIn one long wave swept off the earth's wide breast.Up sprung deft shadowy patterns by degrees,And nature's face her soul made manifest.
Lo, in the instant, slant, like a hanging stringOf silver glass beads, pendant from the cloudsThe rain descends! Leaves sing, and waveringThe tall lithe grasses dance in separate crowds.I stand and let my soul commune, it knowsThe mystery that calls it from its close.