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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

Midnight Rain

Viola I. Paradise

From “Weather Whims”

THE LIGHTNING pricks my heavy eyes awake.

My body, thunderstung

Out of its sluggish sleep,

Resents this midnight waking.

But soon

The long soft sibilant rain

Brings to the night a deep new rest.

The storm recedes,

And on the far warm low voluptuous thunder

I am rolled back to sleep.