For the next time it rains...

I just bought a song I heard on XM called "The Cloud" by Bill Douglas.  A little research on the lyrics led me to their origin which is in a poem written by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822).  The next time it rains or you're cursing a cloudy day, think about these lyrics (Note: If you want to read the full poem, click here)

The Cloud

I am the daughter of Earth and Water,

And the nursling of the Sky;

I pass through the pores of the oceans and shores;

I change, but cannot die.

For after the rain when with never a stain

The pavilion of Heaven is bare,

And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams

Build up the blue dome of air,

I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,

And out of the caverns of rain,

Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb,

I arise and unbuild it again.

I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,

From the seas and from the streams;

I bear light shade for the leaves when laid

In their noonday dreams.

From my wings are shaken the dews that waken

The sweet buds every one,

When rocked to rest on their mother's breast,

As she dances about the sun.

I wield the flail of the lashing hail,

And whiten the green plains under,

And then again I dissolve it in rain,

And laugh as I pass in thunder.