Summer Shower
By Emily Dickinson
A drop fell on the apple tree,
Another on the roof;
A half a dozen kissed the eaves,
And made the gables laugh.
A few went out to help the brook,
That went to help the sea.
Myself conjectured, Were they pearls,
What necklaces could be!
The dust replaced in hoisted roads,
The birds jocoser sung;
The sunshine threw his hat away,
The orchards spangles hung.
The breezes brought dejected lutes,
And bathed them in the glee;
The East put out a single flag,
And signed the fete away.
In My World 
💙💙💙 I remember reading somewhere that summer was Emily’s favorite season. It seems like it inspired more of her poetry than the other seasons. 🙂
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It’s such a happy poem too, don’t you think? It made our dismal wet day seem almost romantic. 😉
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Yay for summer showers! (As long as there’s not too many of them…)
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I really do love summer showers, but we have had so many this year! My garden is very happy about it though. 😊
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