Rain like the rustling of fine garments— Luminous, whispering rain; Voice of the Spring, sibilant and frail. Rain like the fluttering of wings— The glad sigh of Nature awakened. Rain with the song of waving corn And the murmur of blossoming trees; Voice of the meadow-lands a-tremble; Voice of the rushes quivering; Voice of God to the hosts of Life. Rain with the sob of the wandering stream, Telling the tale of the great gray seas. Rain of the tempest spent and joy to come— The baptism of regeneration From the fountain of youth perennial; Pitiful, quickening tears of the Most High! Rain that speaks to my heart, Speaks with the voice of my dear love And whispers: "Peace, peace; For above the clouds the sunshine And after the rain the radiance; And this is life and its mystery!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GETHSEMANE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PENT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ADAM WEIRAUCH by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ALFRED MOIR by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: YEE BOW by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |