here is a pheasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is a society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but Nature more.
It finally came
It beat on the house.
It bounced on the flowers.
It banged on the tin roof.
It rolled in the gutters.
It made the street muddy.
It spilled on the villages.
It licked all the windows.
It jumped on the hill.
It stayed for two days and then it left.