in it. It dims the singing of the birds, but the robins and the meadow
larks carol on and the spring music of the frogs in the nearby pond has
not yet ceased.

What makes the raindrops round? And why are the drops at the beginning of
the shower much larger than those which follow? We do not know. Perhaps
it is well. Walt Whitman says that "you must not know too much or be too
scientific about these things." He holds that a little indefiniteness
adds to the enjoyment, a hazy borderland of thought as it were, like that
which rests in April mornings on enchanted highlands away across the
river, which we have never yet--as Thoreau says--"tarnished with our
feet."

And, anyway, before we can reason it out, the rain has ceased and the
last rays of the descending sun come through an opening in the clouds in
that beautiful phenomenon known as a "sunburst.'[TN-3] The white beams
come diagonally through the moisture-laden air, as if in a good-night
smile to the tender flowers and buds.

Warming with the sunshine and watering with the showers--that is Miss
April making her flower garden grow.




MAY--PERFECTION OF BEAUTY