When the clouds shake their hyssops, and the rain <br />Like holy water falls upon the plain, <br />'Tis sweet to gaze upon the springing grain <br />And see your harvest born. <br /> <br />And sweet the little breeze of melody <br />The blackbord puffs upon teh budding tree, <br />While the wild poppy lights upon the lea <br />And blazes 'mid the corn. <br /> <br />The skylark soars the freshening shower to hail, <br />And the meek daisy holds aloft her pail. <br />And Spring all radiant by the wayside pale <br />Sets up her rock and reel. <br /> <br />See how she weaves her mantle fold on fold, <br />Hemming the woods and carpeting the wold. <br />Her warp is of the green, her woof the gold, <br />The spinning world her wheel.<br /><br />Francis Ledwidge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-rainy-day-in-april/
