Emily Dickinson has to be one of my favorite poets by far. Her vivid imagination and descriptive imagery never cease to amaze me. As I was flipping through a collection of her poems this past week I came across one that I had to share after last week's post. I hope you enjoy this poem by Miss Emily Dickinson.

Summer Shower

"A Drop fell on the apple-tree,

Another on the roof;

A half a dozen kissed the eaves,

And made the gables laugh.

A few went out to help the brook,

That went to help the sea.

Myself conjectured, Were they pearls,

What necklaces could be!

The dust replaced in hoisted roads,

The birds jocoser sung;

The sunshine threw his hat away,

The orchards spangles hung.

The breezes brought dejected lutes,

And bathed them in the glee;

The East put out a single flag,

And signed the fete away."

-Emily Dickinson