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THUNDER SHOWER by Hilda Conkling









THUNDER SHOWER

by Hilda Conkling


 The dark cloud raged.
     Gone was the morning light.
     The big drops darted down:
     The storm stood tall on the rose-trees:
     And the bees that were getting honey
     Out of wet roses,
     The hiding bees would not come out of the flowers
     Into the rain.