I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
From the seas and the streams;
I bear light shade for the leaves when laid
In their noonday dreams.
From my wings are shaken the dews that waken
The sweet buds every one,
When rocked to rest on their mother's breast,
As she dances about the sun.
I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
And whiten the green plains under,
And then again I dissolve it in rain,
And laugh as I pass in thunder.
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And it can to pass at the seventh time, that he said, Behold,
there ariseth a little cloud out read more
And it can to pass at the seventh time, that he said, Behold,
there ariseth a little cloud out of the sea, like a man's hand.
And he said, Go up, say unto Ahab, Prepare thy chariot, and get
thee down, that the rain stop thee not.
How it pours, pours, pours,
In a never-ending sheet!
How it drives beneath the doors!
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How it pours, pours, pours,
In a never-ending sheet!
How it drives beneath the doors!
How it soaks the passer's feet!
How it rattles on the shutter!
How it rumples up the lawn!
How 'twill sigh, and moan, and mutter,
From darkness until dawn.
A little rain will fill
The lily's cup which hardly moists the field.
A little rain will fill
The lily's cup which hardly moists the field.
Moreover, brethren, I would not that ye should be ignorant, how
that al our fathers were under the cloud, read more
Moreover, brethren, I would not that ye should be ignorant, how
that al our fathers were under the cloud, and all passed through
the sea.
Choose a firm cloud before it fall, and in it
Catch, ere she change, the Cynthia of this minute.
Choose a firm cloud before it fall, and in it
Catch, ere she change, the Cynthia of this minute.
On the other side of the handrail, the hallway's gray marble floor looks as if we've climbed a stairway through read more
On the other side of the handrail, the hallway's gray marble floor looks as if we've climbed a stairway through the clouds.
Have you ever, looking up, seen a cloud like to a Centaur, a
Part, or a Wolf, or a read more
Have you ever, looking up, seen a cloud like to a Centaur, a
Part, or a Wolf, or a Bull?
We knew it would rain, for the poplars showed
The white of their leaves, the amber grain
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We knew it would rain, for the poplars showed
The white of their leaves, the amber grain
Shrunk in the wind,--and the lightning now
Is tangled in tremulous skeins of rain.
I saw two clouds at morning
Tinged by the rising sun,
And in the dawn they floated read more
I saw two clouds at morning
Tinged by the rising sun,
And in the dawn they floated on
And mingled into one.
