RAIN
Reading edition
I have always hated the rain, And the gloom of grayed skies. But now I think I must always cherish Rain-hung leaf and the misty river; And the friendly screen of dripping green Where eager kisses were shyly given And your pipe-smoke made clouds in our damp, close heaven. The curious laggard passed us by, His wet shoes soughed on the shining walk. And that afternoon was filled with a blurred glory— That afternoon, when we first talked as lovers. Jean Starr Untermeyer