Poem July 4, 1914 ISSUE

[Written for the Sentinel]

Summer Rain

ELIZABETH EARL JONES

Oh , the smell of summer rainAs it patters down the dust!And, oh, the thoughts that come againOf 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 whiteOf blossoming trees, blue skies appear?For sooner gone than dreams of nightAre fickle clouds of summer rain.Oh, the thrill of emerald greenWhen 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 refrainSing gratitude for summer rain.

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