After the rain when the sun comes out
The sweet syncopation of the rooftop-drops
And the gurgles in the alley
And the plops in the pail
And the garden shining
Like it wants to wail
And we sense some rainbow's
Not far behind when the firs
Stand erect and salute the sky
And the wind does wheelies
Round the plumped-up clouds
And it's all such a heart-rending
Quickly-passing parade
When the sylphs go dancing
And the undines rave
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