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 sleep – at Noon –
The rest with their superior Grace,
Fell on the Forest – Noon –

The Tempest at the Gate –
Is just a tolling bell –
And every droplet keeps the time
In Nature’s sweet farewell –

• Emily Dickinson