The dripping of the raindrops From the trellis o'er the door, Where the grapevine is now freshened From its dryness of before, Starts my heart to beating With the music of the rain As it falls upon the garden And the trees and roads again; Oh the beauty and the fragrance Of the misty fields of grain, Since the burnt and blistered grasses Are washed clean by welcome rain! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEAR ELIZABETH: (FOR ELIZABETH DIFIORE) by KAREN SWENSON SUNSET: ST. LOUIS by SARA TEASDALE BACCHUS by RALPH WALDO EMERSON TO MY FIRST LOVE, MY MOTHER by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI WORKING GIRLS by CARL SANDBURG ON SOME BUTTERCUPS by FRANK DEMPSTER SHERMAN LORD EXMOUTH'S VICTORY AT ALGIERS, 1816 by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |