Classic Poem

Here comes the summer shower!
The earth is dry,
And withered seems each little flower,
And dim its eye.

But see, the threat'ning cloud
Moves slowly on;
Along the sky the heavy vapors crowd —
The light is gone!

Hark to the rising breeze!
Its whispering sound
Louder and louder rushes through the trees
And o'er the ground.

Look how the lightning flings
Swift darts of fire —
How the far storm-clouds, like an eagle's wings,
To Heaven aspire!

Now the deep thunder rolls,
And sweeps the blast!
Hushed be our voices — silent as our souls,
Till all be past.

Now pours the rapid rain!
A grateful sight! —
Earth and her darling flowers look up again
With new delight.