In the world, of that year,
A lady living in a quiet street of a city rather large,
Looked at the sun after rain,
And then thought of conditions in her home.
She was pretty,
And she hadn’t liked the rain.
And now a wind came,
And blew wet green leaves, and twigs, and other things along the wet street.
O lady, thinking of conditions in the home,
Who didn’t like the rain,
Though you are pretty,
O lady, O lady,
Rain is in the world,
And the sun is in the world,
Along with conditions in the home;
And rain is beautiful, and the sun is beautiful,
From Hail, American Development (Definition Press)
© 1925, 1967 by Eli Siegel