The Night Rain.

The Night Rain.
Lorenzo Sosso.
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Oh, how the western wind to-night wailed by,
Stirring the mute trees in their somber shrouds!
The slowly moving caravan of clouds
Crossed wearily the desert of the sky.
But silence like to death,
As though the vastness held its breath,
Made still more solemn and intense
The looming hills, the forest dense.
Then suddenly across the firmament
A vivid flash of lightning went:
I saw, I knew the message Nature sent,
And thrillingly awaited the event.
O weary lives that murmur discontent,
O other lives of splendor sadly spent- Who find your grief a bane,
Nor think your glory gain, is vain- But all is sorrow, all is vain- Come forth with me into the night
When all the sea with rain is white;
When every hill and every plain
Receives the benediction of the rain,
And every flower rejoices it is wet,
That you may learn forgiveness and forget.