Opals (Custance)/Rain Music
Rain Music
I Love the lilting patter of the rain . . .Through tangled traceries of budding boughsFalling, on frail pale spring growths all a-drowseIn the warm, sun-soft stillness—where the stainOf tender green spreads slowly towards the lane,That haunt of black-birds, from whose ruffled throatsRise round and full the rapturous singing notesRepeated and repeated yet again. . . .
The rain-drops on the leaves faint music make—A subtle fleeting sound, . . . while blithe and clearThe chime of shrill bird-voices through it break. We catch stray scents from sweet drenched primrose stars—. . . And then the shower is over and rose-barsBridge the sun's western garden and gold lake.