Explore "Spring Storm" by William Carlos Williams on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
The sky has given over / its bitterness.
Out of the dark change / all day long / rain falls and falls / as if it would never end.
Still the snow keeps / its hold on the ground.
But water, water / from a thousand runnels!
It collects swiftly, / dappled with black / cuts a way for itself / through green ice in the gutters.
Drop after drop it falls / from the withered grass-stems / of the overhanging embankment.