The April rain, the April rain, <br />Comes slanting down in fitful showers, <br />Then from the furrow shoots the grain, <br />And banks are fledged with nestling flowers; <br />And in grey shaw and woodland bowers <br />The cuckoo through the April rain <br />Calls once again. <br /> <br />The April sun, the April sun, <br />Glints through the rain in fitful splendour, <br />And in grey shaw and woodland dun <br />The little leaves spring forth and tender <br />Their infant hands, yet weak and slender, <br />For warmth towards the April sun, <br />One after one. <br /> <br />And between shower and shine hath birth <br />The rainbow's evanescent glory; <br />Heaven's light that breaks on mists of earth! <br />Frail symbol of our human story, <br />It flowers through showers where, looming hoary, <br />The rain-clouds flash with April mirth, <br />Like Life on earth.<br /><br />Mathilde Blind<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/april-rain/
