Summer Rain

ELIZABETH EARL JONES

Oh , the smell of summer rain
As it patters down the dust!
And, oh, the thoughts that come again
Of verdant hope and vanquished pain,
Like fragrance rising from earth's crust,
Subdued and wet by summer rain!
Who could cherish doubt and fear,
When through lattice pink and white
Of blossoming trees, blue skies appear?
For sooner gone than dreams of night
Are fickle clouds of summer rain.
Oh, the thrill of emerald green
When the sun comes out again!
And, oh, the freshness of the flowers,
Gently steeped in summer showers!
Everywhere God's smile is seen;
All the world looks sweet and clean;
And feathered folk in loud refrain
Sing gratitude for summer rain.

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