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Clare, John: Sudden Shower
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Black grows the southern sky, betokening rain,
And humming hive-bees homeward hurry by:
They feel the change; so let us shun the grain,
And take the broad road while our feet are dry.
Aye there, some drops fell moistening on my face,
And pattering on my hat - 'tis coming nigh! -
Let's look about, and find a sheltering place.
The little things around us fear the sky,
And hasten through the grass to shun the shower.
Here stoops an ash-tree - hark! the winds get high,
But never mind; this ivy, for an hour,
Rain as it may, will keep us drily here:
That little wren knows well his sheltering bower,
Nor leaves his covert, though we came so near.
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