I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one When rocked to rest on their mother’s breast As she dances about the sun I wield the flail of the lashing hail And whiten the green plains under And then again I dissolve it in rain And laugh as I pass in thunder
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