How good to see once thirsty soil replete And strengthened by the recreating rain; The withered grass stand tall and straight again, No longer twisted by destroying heat. To smell the rain-splashed earth, as pungent, sweet And heady as a glass of old champagne. How good to hear, when storm is past, refrain Of joyous birds; and hear the rhythmic beat Of moisture dripping from each freshened leaf. How good to see the sky once more appear Between dispersing clouds. To feel the sun ... But better still, this respite, even brief Although it be, from burning drouth, brings near The hope of harvest plenty ... work well done. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO RIDGELY TORRENCE - PLAYWRIGHT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SHE WEEPS OVER RAHOON by JAMES JOYCE |