Soft as a shower that April brings
The rain fell on the growing wheat,
And joy was in the plover's wings
And in the wagtail's busy feet. Silver and cool, the quick drops splashed
On dusty palms and dustier banks;
Across the Nile a rainbow flashed
And all the heart of me gave thanks. Thrilled with a sudden, glad surprise
I raised my face, and (ah, how much!)
I felt on thirsty cheeks and eyes
The dear, familiar, English touch.