There is something soothing about a rustic rain,
That slips into my soul, though against the grain.
Summertime spells are especially sweet,
When the earth, in full girth, gets a watery treat.
One hasn’t need to dip into the well,
Or to water the garden all splashing about,
It seems well enough to just stay inside,
And wonder at the earth in all it provides.
All those days in the fields and the forests you spend,
Needn’t call you today, this day like a friend,
Is taking the lead and rewarding you,
For working so hard in your carrying through.
In the cycle of living, the circle of life,
In giving and taking and in loving a wife,
Your humour retunes her and is rewarding to live,
And this shower has the power to rest what you give.
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