33
  September
The blue luminous sky furrowed into clouds; the clear air
crowded with rain—the dark harvest.

34
  After Rain
The motor-cars on the shining street move in semicircles of
       spray, semicircles of spray.

35
The morning light
is dim and blue—
the silent light
of woods;
but now begins
the slight yet multitudinous
noise of rain.

36
Along the flat roofs beneath our window
in the morning sunshine,
I read the signature of last night’s rain.