Here you will find the Poem After Rain of poet Lesbia Harford
Today I'd like to be a nun And go and say My rosary beneath the trees out there. In this shy sun The raindrops look like silver beads of prayer. So blest Am I, I'd like to tell God and the rest Of heaven-dwellers in the garden there All that befell Last week. Such gossip is as good as prayer. Ah well! I have, since I'm no nun, No beads to tell, And being happy must be all my prayer. Yet 'twould be fun To walk with God 'neath the wet trees out there.
