The sky has given over <br />its bitterness. <br />Out of the dark change <br />all day long <br />rain falls and falls <br />as if it would never end. <br />Still the snow keeps <br />its hold on the ground. <br />But water, water <br />from a thousand runnels! <br />It collects swiftly, <br />dappled with black <br />cuts a way for itself <br />through green ice in the gutters. <br />Drop after drop it falls <br />from the withered grass-stems <br />of the overhanging embankment.<br /><br />William Carlos Williams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-spring-storm/
