In the morning, when it was raining, <br />Then the birds were hectic and loudy; <br />Through all the reign is fall's entertaining; <br />Their singing was erratic and full of disorder: <br />They did not remember the summer blue <br />Or the orange of June. They did not think at all <br />Of the great red and bursting ball <br />Of the kingly sun's terror and tempest, blazing, <br />Once the slanting rain threw over all <br />The colorless curtains of the ceaseless spontaneous fall.<br /><br />Delmore Schwartz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poem-in-the-morning-when-it-was-raining/
