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Show Rippling Rhymes By WALT MASON. jlz-T-r-r mJ The Helpful Rain. For months our statewas dusty, no water fell thoreon; the wheat was brown and rusty, dried out the sickly lawn. And oft we got together, with briny in our eyes, and cussed the sinful sin-ful weather and all the forecast guys. And poaslmlsm blooded among us, far and near, and it, alas, Included much language punk to hear. Sometime., the clouds assembled and mado a bluff at rain; then how wo stood and trembled, and hoped and hoped In vain! The fool winds came a-whooping and blew the clouds away and we, with spirits drooping, went weeping to the hay. And all our faith was shaken in everything every-thing below; our world had lost its bacon, our heritage was woe. And then at last the water came tumhllng from on high; Old Pluviush, he shot her from somewhere round the sky. All night the rain was pouring and splashing on the lea, and soon the rills were roaring in tumult to tho sea. And then you ahould have seen us, how merrily wc strode, the mudholes strewn between us, as we went up the road! Then all our griefs were banished as cheap and tinhorn fakes, and pessimism vanished in less than seven shakes. j rtn I |