 Summer shower by Emily Dickinson, read for Libri Vox by Alison Aird. A drop fell on the apple tree, another on the roof. A half a dozen kissed the eaves and made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook that went to help the sea. Myself conjectured, were they pearls? What necklaces could be? The dust replaced in hoisted roads, the bird's jacuzzi sung. The sun shined through his hat away, the orchard's spangles hung. The breezes brought dejected loots and bathed them in the glee. The east put out a single flag and signed the fet away. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Summer shower by Emily Dickinson, read for Libri Vox.org by Anna Roberts. A drop fell on the apple tree, another on the roof. A half a dozen kissed the eaves and made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook that went to help the sea. Myself conjectured, were they pearls? What necklaces could be? The dust replaced in hoisted roads, the bird's jacuzzi sung. The sun shined through his hat away, the orchard's spangles hung. The breezes brought dejected loots and bathed them in the glee. The east put out a single flag and signed the fet away. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Summer shower by Emily Dickinson, read for Libri Vox.org by Clarica. A drop fell on the apple tree, another on the roof. A half a dozen kissed the eaves and made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook that went to help the sea. Myself conjectured, were they pearls? What necklaces could be? The dust replaced in hoisted roads, the bird's jacuzzi sung. The sun shined through his hat away, the orchard's spangles hung. The breezes brought dejected loots and bathed them in the glee. The east put out a single flag and signed the fet away. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Summer shower by Emily Dickinson, read for Libri Vox.org by Algie Pug. Perth, Western Australia. A drop fell on the apple tree, another on the roof. A half a dozen kissed the eaves and made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook that went to help the sea. Myself conjectured, were they pearls? What necklaces could be? The dust replaced in hoisted roads, the bird's jacuzzi sung. The sun shined through his hat away, the orchard's spangles hung. The breezes brought dejected loots and bathed them in the glee. The east put out a single flag and signed the fate away. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Summer shower by Emily Dickinson, read for Libri Vox.org by David Lawrence. A drop fell on the apple tree, another on the roof. A half a dozen kissed the eaves and made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook that went to help the sea. Myself conjectured, were they pearls? What necklaces could be? The dust replaced in hoisted roads, the bird's jacuzzi sung. The sun shined through his hat away, the orchard's spangles hung. The breezes brought dejected loots and bathed them in the glee. The east put out a single flag and signed the fate away. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Summer shower by Emily Dickinson, read for Libri Vox.org by Garrett Fitzgerald Eddington, Maine. A drop fell on the apple tree, another on the roof. A half a dozen kissed the eaves and made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook that went to help the sea. Myself conjectured, were they pearls? What necklaces could be? The dust replaced in hoisted roads, the bird's jacuzzi sung. The sun shined through his hat away, the orchard's spangles hung. The breezes brought dejected loots and bathed them in the glee. The east put out a single flag and signed the fate away. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Summer shower by Emily Dickinson, read for Libri Vox.org by Judy Roth. A drop fell on the apple tree, another on the roof. A half a dozen kissed the eaves and made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook that went to help the sea. Myself conjectured, were they pearls? What necklaces could be? The dust replaced in hoisted roads, the bird's jacuzzi sung. The sun shined through his hat away, the orchard's spangles hung. The breezes brought dejected loots and bathed them in the glee. The east put out a single flag and signed the fate away. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Summer shower by Emily Dickinson, read for Libri Vox.org by Joelle Peebles. A drop fell on the apple tree, another on the roof. A half a dozen kissed the eaves and made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook that went to help the sea. Myself conjectured, were they pearls? What necklaces could be? The dust replaced in hoisted roads, the bird's jacuzzi sung. The sun shined through his hat away, the orchard's spangles hung. The breezes brought dejected loots and bathed them in the glee. The east put out a single flag and signed the fate away. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Summer shower by Emily Dickinson, read for Libri Vox.org by Leanne Howlett. A drop fell on the apple tree, another on the roof. A half a dozen kissed the eaves and made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook that went to help the sea. Myself conjectured, were they pearls? What necklaces could be? The dust replaced in hoisted roads, the bird's jacuzzi sung. The sun shined through his hat away, the orchard's spangles hung. The breezes brought dejected loots and bathed them in the glee. The east put out a single flag and signed the fate away. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Summer shower by Emily Dickinson, read for Libri Vox.org by Lucy Perry. A drop fell on the apple tree, another on the roof. A half a dozen kissed the eaves and made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook that went to help the sea. Myself conjectured, were they pearls? What necklaces could be? The dust replaced in hoisted roads, the bird's jacuzzi sung. The sun shined through his hat away, the orchard's spangles hung. The breezes brought dejected loots and bathed them in the glee. The east put out a single flag and signed the fate away. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Summer shower by Emily Dickinson, read for Libri Vox.org by Ruth Golding. A drop fell on the apple tree, another on the roof. A half a dozen kissed the eaves and made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook that went to help the sea. Myself conjectured, were they pearls? What necklaces could be? The dust replaced in hoisted roads, the bird's jacuzzi sung. The sun shined through his hat away, the orchard's spangles hung. The breezes brought dejected loots and bathed them in the glee. The east put out a single flag and signed the fate away. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Summer shower by Emily Dickinson, read for Libri Vox.org by Raven Notatio. A drop fell on the apple tree, another on the roof. A half a dozen kissed the eaves and made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook that went to help the sea. Myself conjectured, were they pearls? What necklaces could be? The dust replaced in hoisted roads, the bird's jacuzzi sung. The sun shined through his hat away, the orchard's spangles hung. The breezes brought dejected loots and bathed them in the glee. The east put out a single flag and signed the fate away. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A drop fell on the apple tree, another on the roof. A half a dozen kissed the eaves and made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook that went to help the sea. Myself conjectured, were they pearls? What necklaces could be? The dust replaced in hoisted roads, the bird's jacuzzi sung. The sun shined through his hat away, the orchard's spangles hung. The breezes brought dejected loots and bathed them in the glee. The east put out a single flag and signed the fate away. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.