SOUTH RAIN 



Toward nightfall the rain ceased and 

 the clouds simply faded out of a pale sky, 

 letting the sun shine through with gentle 

 warmth. Whither the mists went it was 

 hard to tell, but they were gone, and a 

 soft spring sun began wiping the tears 

 from all things. Under its caress it 

 seemed as if you could see the buds swell 

 a little, and I am quite sure, though I 

 was not there to see, that at this moment 

 the willow catkins down by the brook 

 slipped forth from their protecting brown 

 sheaths and boldly proclaimed the spring. 



They might have done so, and I would 

 not have seen had I been there, for just 

 then I had a message. " Cheerily we, 

 cheerily we," came a faint voice out of 

 the sky. An echo from distant angel 

 choirs practicing carols for Easter could 

 not have seemed more musical or brought 

 more delight to me down at the bottom 



