I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers
From the seas and the streams
I bear light shade for the leaves when laid
In their noonday dreams
From my wings are shaken
The dews that waken
The sweet buds every one
When rocked to rest on their mother's breast
As she dances about the sun
I wield the flail of the lashing hail
And whiten the green plains under,
And then again I dissolve it in rain
And laugh as I pass in thunder....
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