B How grey the rain

                         by Elizabeth Coatsworth
How grey the rain
And grey the world
And grey the rain clouds overhead,
When suddenly
Some cloud is furled
And there is gleaming sun instead!
The raindrops drip
Prismatic light,
And trees and meadows burn in green,
And arched in air
Serene and bright
The rainbow all at once is seen.
Serene and bright
The rainbow stands
That was not anywhere before,
And so may joy
Fill empty hands
When someone enters through a door.

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