First Rain by Zoé Akins

First Rain

by Zoé Akins

When Eve walked in her garden,

With Adam by her side,

And God was still the warden,

And she was still a bride,

How great was her amazement

To see when twilight died,

The first moon at the casement

Of evening, open wide!

But greater than her wonder

At star or bird or tree,

Or afterward at thunder,

Or delicate deer or bee,

Was her flushed awe one morning,

When down the clouded air

With freshened winds for warning,

Came water — everywhere!