An Autumn Rain-scene

An Autumn Rain-scene

Thomas Hardy

There trudges one to a merry-making

With a sturdy swing,

On whom the rain comes down.

To fetch the saving medicament

Is another bent,

On whom the rain comes down.

One slowly drives his herd to the stall

Ere ill befall,

On whom the rain comes down.

This bears his missives of life and death

WIth quickening breath,

On whome the rain comes down.

One watches for signals of wreck or war

From the hill afar,

On whom the rain comes down.

No care if he gain a shelter or none,

Unhired moves one,

On whom the rain comes down.

And another knows nought of its chilling fall

Upon him at all,

On whom the rain comes down.

It is still rainy. Although I will admit that after posting yesterday's ten things and talking about how much the rainy weather reminds me of Nova Scotia I truly enjoyed the weather today. Anyway, I was trying to find something to post with this photo because I am not feeling too verbose tonight and came across this poem. The title just seemed too perfect for the weather lately to pass it up. I took this picture on my Lacombe outing. I seriously love it.