THE SUMMER SHOWER

The air is shot with spangling drops,

But heedless of the rain

The sun laughs, through a silver veil,

Upon the golden grain.

And lightly arching up the east

In faintly penciled lines,

That throb and flush to tinted bars,

A double rainbow shines.

It seems to touch the fragrant earth,

Till, tangled in the breeze,

It winds a film of irised light

About the distant trees.

In frothy clusters down the road

The blooming elders lean,

With dripping buds that shine like pearls

Within a sea of green.

And heaped around them, pink as shells,

The roses are in flower,

While earth and sky are freshly keyed

To sweetness by the shower.