Nascosti Paroli ― I Met The Rain ~ Louise Driscoll I met the rain today in an open place, The young rain, adventuring, as she came along. Her dress was all of silver, she had a smiling face, And she sang to the dusty trees, a little song. The dusty trees were glad and they clapped their hands. I saw a tired flower turn and smile. At the bend of a little path where a linden stands, I watched the rain at play for a little while. Her feet were small and they trod on the grass and bent it. She carried a scarf[...]
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