RAIN SWEPT...

RAIN in the COUNTRY by Margaret E. Sangster (1828-1912)

The rain fell like a song of hope on fields that had been dying.

It was a mother's loving kiss upon a wistful face.

                                

Tall trees that had been parched and dry 

broke into gentle sighing

And happiness lay like a smile upon the garden place
The house was very snug and sweet; the rain's kind slender fingers

Made magic on the sloping roof and smoothed the streaming pane.

                               

We lighted candles, slim and white, 

and, like a dream that lingers,

                               

They painted paths of drifting light 

against the silver rain.

The house was very sweet and snug.. its shadows caressing.

Yet for a moment we were swept away with sudden aching                              
For folk who do not understand....

that rain may be a blessing, who wander, shelterless, and sad,

                                 

across the rain-swept city.

Photographs 2026 Campbell River, B.C.