Author John Gould Fletcher She is like the great rainsThat fall over the earth in winter-time.Wave on wave her heavy robes collapseIn green torrentsLashed with slaty foam.Downward the sun strikes amid themAnd enkindles a lone flower;A violet iris standing yet in seething pools of grey. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments