Rainy Afternoon

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Great pine-trees, gauzy in the mist,
A blur of fern leaves, silvered gray. The flutter
Of wide wings, heavy with the rain,
As an owl drifts over. Distant thunder.

Fragrance of forest leaves, and fresh
Scent that the wind brings from the lake.
Dreams drifting through the rain, and then,
The lightning—the keen memory of your face.