Rain poem by the Danish writer Viggo Stuckenberg (1863-1905)

Spring rain

The rain falls on the marshes,

so fine and steady, mild and soft,

a rain that’s grey with growing,

a dew of life, that from aloft

towards earth’s heart is streaming

Like crystal pearls so tiny

within marsh marigolds’ embrace

the droplets’ glossy moisture,

and blackthorn leaves with coated glaze

midst snow-white buds are gleaming.

The yellow grass, the fragile,

the silky brown stems of the reeds

are silently aquiver,

and cobwebs’ silver veils like beads

twine round the blades now greening.

The rain falls on the marshes,

the day so quietly moves along,

a single small bird’s cheeping

and now it chirps its springtime song

while down the rain is streaming.