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Chapter 34: O, For a Rainy Day.

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A compact collection of lyrical poems and short narratives that meditate on motherhood, faith, and the consolations found in nature. Many pieces recall childhood and domestic scenes, confront suffering and loss, and draw on Christian imagery to offer comfort and moral reflection. The verse moves between contemplative monologue, descriptive nature writing, and occasional narrative sketches, balancing personal feeling with devotional and ethical concerns. Throughout, simple pleasures—flowers, seasons, quiet homelife—are set against questions of destiny, grief, and spiritual hope.

O, For a Rainy Day.

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These days are hot, and dry, and dreary;

The burning sun seems never weary

The vine lies limp on the thirsty earth—

The grass grows sere in the long, long dearth—

The days are dusty, hot and dreary.

The sky is cloudless, brassy, dreary,

The wind seems ever languid, weary

But hope still clings to the gifts of the Past—

We trust that the rain will come at last

And the days be damp and cheery.

O, clouds sweep o’er, veil the sun’s hot shining!

With copious rains, come, hush all repining,

Swell the shrunken grains of the sun-burnt lands,

With new, green grass clothe the arid sands,

Then the days will be bright and cheery.

August, 1895.