Between the showers I went my way,

The glistening street was bright with flowers;

It seemed that March had turned to May

Between the showers.

Above the shining roofs and towers

The blue broke forth athwart the grey;

Birds carolled in their leafless bowers.

Hither and tither, swift and gay,

The people chased the changeful hours;

And you, you passed and smiled that day,

Between the showers.