The monotone of the rain is beautiful,
And the sudden rise and slow relapse
Of the long multitudinous rain.
The sun on the hills is beautiful,
Or a captured sunset sea-flung,
Bannered with fire and gold.
A face I know is beautiful–
With fire and gold of sky and sea,
And the peace of long warm rain.
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i can easily just piant that into my head. a hillside on the outskirts of a little town. sun setting in the back ground. the rain just pooring down onto your other half. her face looking more beautiful than ever mixed in with the vilent yet so pleaseing rain and the extravagent colors of the sun set. very beautiful poem.
I love the rain, too, mon! This is a ver touching poem. END OF COMMENT
Fantastic things to do with rain !!!!!