document.write("Beloved, let us once more praise the rain.<br />Let us discover some new alphabet,<br />For this, the often praised; and be ourselves,<br />The rain, the chickweed, and the burdock leaf,<br />The green-white privet flower, the spotted stone,<br />And all that welcomes the rain; the sparrow too,-<br />Who watches with a hard eye from seclusion,<br />Beneath the elm-tree bough, till rain is done.<br />There is an oriole who, upside down,<br />Hangs at his nest, and flicks an orange wing,-<br />Under a tree as dead and still as lead;<br />There is a single leaf, in all this heaven<br />Of leaves, which rain has loosened from its twig:<br />The stem breaks, and it falls, but it is caught<br />Upon a sister leaf, and thus she hangs;<br />There is an acorn cup, beside a mushroom<br />Which catches three drops from the stooping cloud.<br />The timid bee goes back to the hive; the fly<br />Under the broad leaf of the hollyhock<br />Perpends stupid with cold; the raindark snail<br />Surveys the wet world from a watery stone...<br />And still the syllables of water whisper:<br />The wheel of cloud whirs slowly: while we wait<br />In the dark room; and in your heart I find<br />One silver raindrop,-on a hawthorn leaf,-<br />Orion in a cobweb, and the World.");