Emily Pauline Johnson (Tekahionwake)

Here you will find the Poem Rainfall of poet Emily Pauline Johnson (Tekahionwake)


From out the west, where darkling storm-clouds float, 
The 'waking wind pipes soft its rising note. 

From out the west, o'erhung with fringes grey, 
The wind preludes with sighs its roundelay, 

Then blowing, singing, piping, laughing loud, 
It scurries on before the grey storm-cloud; 

Across the hollow and along the hill 
It whips and whirls among the maples, till 

With boughs upbent, and green of leaves blown wide, 
The silver shines upon their underside. 

A gusty freshening of humid air, 
With showers laden, and with fragrance rare; 

And now a little sprinkle, with a dash 
Of great cool drops that fall with sudden splash; 

Then over field and hollow, grass and grain, 
The loud, crisp whiteness of the nearing rain.