Lets loose the furious blast.{34}

{34}

The earth is beaten, drenched and drowned,

The elements go mad;

Swift streams of joy flow o’er the ground,

And all the leaves are glad.

Then comes a momentary lull,

The darkest clouds are furled,

And lo, new washed and beautiful

And breathless gleams the world.

{35}

{35}

A Slow Rain

A DROWSY rain is stealing

A

In slowness without stop;

The sun-dried earth is feeling

Its coolness, drop by drop.

The clouds are slowly wasting

Their too long garnered store,

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