The heavy rain comes marching down the street.
Trumpets, trump there! Tubas, boom!
“Now keep on loading all those roses sweet.
Up, you stormflowers, She’s for you!”
Roses red and pink and white—–what a sale!
And just one happy buyer bought all that—–
A truckloadful of roses, in the rain!
(He had a gold voice, gold hands, and a gold hat.)
“There, the last pallet; let’s rev some power.
Yes, high above the city to Cloud-Shaft Tower!
Up we go to fling and flow, to fling
Love’s petals for She-Who-Wears-The-Ring!
“O Building topped with joy, O Cloud-Shaft gold,
Clear your alleys, down your ‘vators, hold!
We’re dashing, passing, splashing all amain—-
One truckloadful of roses, in the rain!”