Isaac Levitan painted the landscapes of the Russian countryside during the late nineteenth century. This painting of his is called After the Rain. There are two types of clouds that make rain - cumulonimbus and nimbostratus. Do the clouds that Levitan painted look like one of these types? The broken pieces of low clouds that Levitan has painted are called "scud". They happen before or after a rainfall.
When The Sun Come After Rain, a poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
When The Sun Come After Rain
When the sun comes after rain
And the bird is in the blue,
The girls go down the lane
Two by two.
When the sun comes after shadow
And the singing of the showers,
The girls go up the meadow,
Fair as flowers.
When the eve comes dusky red
And the moon succeeds the sun,
The girls go home to bed
One by one.
And when life draws to its even
And the day of man is past,
They shall all go home to heaven,
Home at last.
- by Robert Louis Stevenson, from A Child's Garden of Verses (1850-1894, Scottish writer)
Last modified December 19, 2007 by Lisa Gardiner.
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