HOW THE RAIN CAME 



was sure of it yesterday. With the very 

 first show of that paleness in the sky 

 or was it something in the touch of the 

 wind ? the drooping plants lifted their 

 leaves to be ready for it. I could smell 

 it in the falling of the wind at sunset; 

 they seemed to smell it in mid-forenoon 

 while yet the wind was rising. 



On such days looking across the pond 

 toward wind and sun there is a peculiar 

 blink in the light reflected from the sur- 

 face of the waves which you do not see 

 if fair weather is ahead of you. The 

 pale sky seems to reflect blackly in the 

 water. Down to leeward the shore pop- 

 lars stand silvery white, a quivering, 

 flashing silver under the lash of the 

 wind. The swamp maples lose their 

 green and turn pale and the willows 

 lighten up in color. 



It is the turning of the leaves in the 

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