What can the brown earth do, <br />Drenched and dripping through <br />To the heart, and dazzled by the sight <br />Of the light <br />That cometh after rain? <br /> <br /> <br />What can the hurt life do, <br />Healing through and through, <br />Caught and captured by the slow increase <br />Of the peace <br />That cometh after pain? <br /> <br /> <br />I would not miss the flower <br />Budded in the shower <br />That lives to lighten all the wealthy scene <br />Where rain has been, <br />That blossoms after pain!<br /><br />Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rain-446/
