We're nearly through with April and her showers. But, before saying hello to May, I'd like to share this poem with you.
by Amy Lowell
That sputter of rain, flipping the hedge-rows
And making the highways hiss,
How I love it!
And the touch of you upon my arm
As you press against me that my umbrella
May cover you.
Tinkle of drops on stretched silk.
Wet murmur through green branches.
Such an economy of words. And what a simple expression of joy. How I love it!
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Woodcut courtesy Library of Congress.