A wind came out of the Moon's clear heart, <br />Straight and soft in my face it blew; <br />It was not cold, but it made me start, <br />And think of something new. <br />What is coming? A thunder-cloud <br />To cover the wild, white sky <br />With a great procession purple and proud, <br />And a whirlwind flashing by? <br /> <br />It is only the tender, musical rain <br />Coming to comfort earth again! <br />Hark, it is here! There's joy, indeed, <br />And work in the deeps below; <br />Every drop finds out a seed, <br />And tells it how to grow. <br />The fever of the grass is heal'd, <br />The thirsty roots revive, <br />A whisper runs about the field, <br />That daisies are alive; <br />All make ready a glad surprise <br />For anxious Day's returning eyes. <br />Little he thought when he went to rest <br />What Night was going to do! <br />He had been watching a world oppress'd, <br />And now all things are new. <br /> <br />Now let him shine with all his might <br />On river and plain and bough, <br />Eyes that wearily ached last night <br />Will only glitter now. <br />Day, you never can last too long— <br />Day, you are welcome, for Earth is strong!<br /><br />Menella Bute Smedley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rain-after-drought/
