APRIL SHOWERS 



on still nights in summer. To be alone in 

 the pasture on such a night is to become 

 one with all the primal gentleness of the 

 universe. I could feel the happiness of 

 the pasture shrubs and perennial herbs 

 and germinating annuals, growing now 

 on the warm bosom of mother earth, 

 tucked away beneath the perfumed robe 

 of April night. " 



The night before the cold sky was blown 

 miles high in the air by the rough winds, 

 and the pasture people sighed and shrank 

 and shivered. The night out of which 

 April showers were to be born descended 

 like a benediction, and swathed all humble 

 things in caressing warmth that was trem- 

 ulous with moisture and perfume. 



With the rain came gentle woodland 



sprites ; and while it played them a merry, 



ghostly tune, they worked in harmony. 



They pressed the wan brown grass lov- 



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