A cheering fall rain
brings a different mood or
season of the mind.
August 25, 1852
At length,
before sundown,
it begins to rain.
You can hardly say
when it began,
and now, after dark,
the sound of it dripping
and pattering
is quite cheering.
It is long since I heard it.
One of those serious
and normal storms
~ not a shower which
you can see through,
~not a transient cloud
that drops rain
but something regular,
a fall rain,
coincident with a
different mood or
season of the mind.
The sun, round and red,
is soon completely concealed
by the haze alone.
August 25, 1854
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| August 25, 2017 |
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau~edited, assembled and rewritten by zphx © 2009-2019
"A book, each page written in its own season,
out-of-doors, in its own locality."
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