Rain
Reading edition
I never knew how words were vain Until I strove to say The thoughts that fell like the gray rain Upon my heart today. The April rain falls on the earth, That waits a while for words, And then becomes articulate In buds and bees and birds. The thoughts that rain upon my heart Bring nothing fair to birth; O God, I kneel before the art, Of this great lyrist, earth.
Kenneth Slade Alling