| RAIN-CRYSTALS Bright rain falls; it ambles, Dotting teasel-weeds and brambles That crowd the fencerows' ditches. And all the roses on their rambles Receive, with no hint of pain, The gentle kiss of soft sweet rain. Crystals bead on blossoms tender, Or hang from branches brown and slender. Raindrops shine from roadside's pitches. See the wonder of quiet rain, Descending straight from heaven; Let these moist droplets in a chain Make a sign like blessings given. Oh, yes! All the dear, bright Crystal jewels do shine; God has given glory-light Where weeds and roses intertwine. (c) 1981 by Marilee Miller revised, (c) 2003 by Marilee Miller |