When The Rain Comes Down: ( In Summertime)

O when the rain comes down in summertime,
Mingled scents of grass and flowers are sublime!
On soft, warm breezes do they gently drift;
Giving our spirits a glorious lift.
Cooling rain replenishes hard, dry earth
And helps us perceive those things of true worth,
Which we often overlook; blinded by work,
And rigid modes of being, in a world
Of prosaic commands and insincere words.
For poets, it brings new notions to birth.
And when a rainbow appears in the sky,
Its fragile, spectral beauty is dream-like.
O who is not moved by Nature's rich signs
And Her endless array of bright designs?!