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Chatterbox, The Rain
Bursting with news,
Chatterbox, the Rain,
Talks all day
To the windowpane,
To the trash can lid
Rattles on and on,
Babbles this and that
To the backyard lawn,
Chatterbox, the Rain,
Talks and talks all day,
And still has puddles
And puddles to say.
Floating pictures in the sky. Upon a cloud I'd like to fly. And see the world from way up high. Come and ride a cloud with me
Great is the sun, and wide he goes Through empty heaven with repose; And in the blue and glowing days More thick than rain he showers his rays.
Though closer still the blinds we pull To keep the shady parlourcool, Yet he will find a chink or two To slip his golden fingers through.
The dusty attic spider-clad He, through the keyhole, makethglad; And through the broken edge of tiles Into the laddered hay-loft smiles.
Meantime his golden face around He bares to all the garden ground, And sheds a warm and glittering look Among the ivy's inmost nook.
Above the hills, along the blue, Round the bright air with footing true, To please the child, to paint the rose, The gardener of the World, he goes.
How to Talk to Your Snowman
Use words that are pleasing,
Iceberg and igloo
And Blizzard and blow,
Try: Arctic, Antarctic,
Say: shiver and shake,
But whatever you never say,
Never say: Bake.
I saw you toss the kites on high And blow the birds about the sky; And all around I heard you pass, Like ladies' skirts across the grass-- O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song!
I saw the different things you did, But always you yourself you hid. I felt you push, I heard you call, I could not see yourself at all-- O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song!
O you that are so strong and cold, O blower, are you young or old? Are you a beast of field and tree, Or just a stronger child than me? O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song!
Wind, lightning, thunder Early morning summer storm Cracking loudly into the dawn
Traveling swiftly through
Gusts, hail, pounding rain Greet the daylight's coming
Silencing nature's awakening chatter Beckoning timid limbs to danceSofter, louder, softer
The swish of passing traffic Ignoring nature's might and fury
Rushing on invinciblyRumble, drizzle, calm
Early morning summer storm Pushing east, clouds in turmoil Leaving, in its wake, sweet freshness