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           Sincethiswasgoingtobeasummerofunguessedwonders,hewanteditallsalvagedandlabeledsothatanytimehewished,hemighttiptoedowninthisdanktwilightandreachuphisfingertips.

           Andthere,rowuponrow,withthesoftgleamofflowersopenedatmorning,withthelightofthisJunesunglowingthroughafaintskinofdust,wouldstandthedandelionwine.Peerthroughitatthewintryday—thesnowmeltedtograss,thetreeswerereinhabitatedwithbird,leaf,andblossomslikeacontinentofbutterfliesbreathingonthewind.Andpeeringthrough,colorskyfromirontoblue.

           Holdsummerinyourhand,poursummerinaglass,atinyglassofcourse,thesmallesttinglingsipforchildren;changetheseasoninyourveinsbyraisingglasstolipandtiltingsummerin.

           "Ready,now,therainbarrel!"

           Nothingelseintheworldwoulddobutthepurewaterswhichhadbeensummonedfromthelakesfarawayandthesweetfieldsofgrassydewonearlymorning,liftedtotheopensky,carriedinlaunderedclustersninehundredmiles,brushedwithwind,electrifiedwithhighvoltage,andcondenseduponcoolair.Thiswater,falling,raining,gatheredyetmoreoftheheavensinitscrystals.Takingsomethingoftheeastwindandthewestwindandthenorthwindandthesouth,thewatermaderainandtherain,withinthishourofrituals,wouldbewellonitswaytowine.

           Douglasranwiththedipper.Heplungeditdeepintherainbarrel."Herewego!"