SHINING, shining children
Of the summer rain,
Racing down the valley,
Sweeping o’er the plain!
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Rushing through the forest,
Pelting on the leaves,
Drenching down the meadow
With its standing sheaves;
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Robed in royal silver,
Girt with jewels gay,
With a gust of gladness
You pass upon your way.
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Fresh, ah, fresh behind you,
Sunlit and impearled,
As it was in Eden,
Lies the lovely world!
– Woodland Rain by William Bliss Carman