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midnight rain shower
The Summer Shower
Before the stout harvesters falleth the grain, As when the strong stormwind is reaping the plain, And loiters the boy in the briery lane; But yonder aslant comes the silvery rain, Like a long line of spears brightly burnished and tall.
Adown the white highway like cavalry fleet, It dashes the dust with its numberless feet. Like a murmurless school, in their leafy retreat, The wild birds sit listening the drops round them beat; And the boy crouches close to the blackberry wall.
The swallows alone take the storm on the wing, And, taunting the tree-sheltered laborers, sing. Like pebbles the rain breaks the face of the spring, While a bubble darts up from each widening ring; And the boy in dismay hears the loud shower fall.
But soon are the harvesters tossing their sheaves; The robin darts out from his bower of leaves; The wren peereth forth from the moss-covered eaves; And the rain-spattered urchin now gladly perceives That the beautiful bow bendeth over them all. by Thomas Buchanan Read
Summer storm. Le bon ton d'après-guerre. 1922.
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My least favorite kind of weather is when it's super cloudy and looks like it might rain but then it just drizzles so it ends up hot and humid and then the sun comes out so it's super bright even though the sky is still dark gray and everything is tinted a yellowy-green like we're in the matrix
Summer Shower
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I love sitting (dry) at the kitchen table watching our little garden grow.