Question

Describe how beautiful is the rain after dust and heat

Answer 1

How beautiful is the rain! 

After the dust and heat, 

In the broad and fiery street, 

In the narrow lane, 

How beautiful is the rain! 



How it clatters along the roofs, 

Like the tramp of hoofs! 

How it gushes and struggles out 

From the throat of the overflowing spout 



Across the window-pane 

It pours and pours; 

And swift and wide, 

Like a river down the gutter roars

The rain, the welcome rain! 



The sick man from his chamber

Looks at the twisted brooks; 

He can feel the cool 

Breath of each little pool; 

His fevered brain 

Grows calm again, 

And he breathes a blessing on the rain. 



From the neighbouring school 

Come the boys, 

With more than their wonted noise

And commotion; 

And down the wet streets 

Sail their mimic fleets, 

Till the treacherous pool 

Engulfs them in its whirling 

And turbulent ocean. 



In the country, on every side, 

Where far and wide, 

Like a leopard's tawny and spotted hide 

Stretches the plain, 

To the dry grass and the drier grain 

How welcome is the rain! 



In the furrowed land 

The toilsome and patient oxen stand: 

Lifting the yoke-encumbered head, 

With their dilated nostrils spread, 

They silently inhale 

The clover-scented gale, 

And the vapours that arise 

From the well-watered and smoking soil. 

For this rest in the furrow after toil 

Their large and lustrous eyes 

Seem to thank the Lord, 

More than man's spoken word.