The air already glowing with it
The swaying umbrella leaves
Of the nasturtiums already
Lifted to catch their one drop each
Like eager girls their diamond
If they can keep it until the sun returns
While the light holds its breath
Plunging into the depths of the pond
The body of a god sinking down
Pulling the rain in after it
What sun and cold have made
Out of their sympathies and rage
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