I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
From the seas and 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 birds 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.
These pictures below proved more challenging to take. The camera worked fine, but it was Bella who interfered. Each time she spied a loon her barking and jumping around caused the loons to dive under the water and I had a hard time holding the camera still with all the commotion. It took some 15 pictures just to get some good closeups.