by John Vance Cheney
Drops of summer rain
Tapping at the pane,
Welcome, little hearts of air,
Beating, beating, beating there.
Haply I know why
Raindrops quit the sky:
Every lily, every rose
Well that gentle knocking knows.
Rose and lily-cup
Fill it, fill it up;
Only lovers from the sky
On the breasts of blossoms lie.
Last updated January 14, 2019