A Drop fell on the Apple Tree
A Drop fell on the Apple Tree -
Another - on the Roof -
A Half a Dozen kissed the Eaves -
And made the Gables laugh -
A few went out to help the Brook
That went to help the Sea -
Myself Conjectured were they Pearls -
What Necklaces could be -
The Dust replaced, in Hoisted Roads -
The Birds jocoser sung -
The Sunshine threw his Hat away -
The Bushes - spangles flung -
The Breezes brought dejected Lutes -
And bathed them in the Glee -
The Orient showed a single Flag,
And signed the fête away.
Another - on the Roof -
A Half a Dozen kissed the Eaves -
And made the Gables laugh -
A few went out to help the Brook
That went to help the Sea -
Myself Conjectured were they Pearls -
What Necklaces could be -
The Dust replaced, in Hoisted Roads -
The Birds jocoser sung -
The Sunshine threw his Hat away -
The Bushes - spangles flung -
The Breezes brought dejected Lutes -
And bathed them in the Glee -
The Orient showed a single Flag,
And signed the fête away.
Emily Dickinson
Following on from Emily B on the weather, here is Emily D - this one about the power of raindrops, all a part of Jehovah's wonderful water cycle. It is so perfect in its operation that you and I today can be drinking some of the water that Noah, his family and his animals drank on the Ark - all here on the earth, kept in circulation till this day - as it will be for days unnumbered.
I have found a rainyday photo in the Captain's gallery to head this blog, one I think I have posted before.
Appropriately it was stormy on Friday - leaves blowing everywhere and quite heavy rain. Apparently Storm Amy is on the way and will presumably have arrived before I finish this blog. It caught us on Saturday as we did the shopping, early in the morning. Quite exhilarating.
But what a contrast - the power of the weather and the feebleness of me. There is a likely a poem in that, but I feel I am well advised to leave it to the two Emilys.
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