I very much enjoyed this poem. I may be biased because it does a great job at embodying an experience and an emotion that I love: standing in the middle of a rainstorm and looking up at the sky. The narrator’s feelings of relief and restoration from the rain, and the narrator’s amazement at nature, are two emotions that I share deeply.
The alliteration of the poem gives a nice tempo and cadence, although it feels almost forced in a single line or two. Although it makes sense, the line “such restorative resources for relief” has an almost unnatural sound to it compared to the other lines.
Perhaps my favorite thing about this poem though is the way it segues from a melancholy tone to a more content one. After the line, “The grey gloom of the sky greets my grieved heart” the narrator’s views become more optimistic and the poem becomes about how the rain can wash away sorrows.