Ce nuage est bien noir : \u2014 sur le ciel il se roule,
\nComme sur les galets de la c\u00f4te une houle.
\nL\u2019ouragan l\u2019\u00e9peronne, il s\u2019avance \u00e0 grands pas.
\n\u2014 \u00c0 le voir ainsi fait, on dirait, n\u2019est-ce pas ?
\nUn beau cheval arabe, \u00e0 la crini\u00e8re brune,
\nQui court et fait voler les sables de la dune.
\nJe crois qu\u2019il va pleuvoir : \u2014 la bise ouvre ses flancs,
\nEt par la d\u00e9chirure il sort des \u00e9clairs blancs.
\nRentrons. \u2014 Au bord des toits la fr\u00eale girouette
\nD\u2019une minute \u00e0 l\u2019autre en grin\u00e7ant pirouette ;
\nLe martinet, sentant l\u2019orage, pr\u00e8s du sol,
\nAfin de l\u2019\u00e9viter, rabat son l\u00e9ger vol ;
\n\u2014 Des arbres du jardin les cimes tremblent toutes.
\nLa pluie ! \u2014 Oh ! voyez donc comme les larges gouttes
\nGlissent de feuille en feuille et passent \u00e0 travers
\nLa tonnelle fleurie et les frais arceaux verts !
\nDes marches du perron en longues cascatelles,
\nVoyez comme l\u2019eau tombe, et de blanches dentelles
\nBorde les frontons gris ! \u2014 Dans les chemins sabl\u00e9s,
\nLes ruisseaux en torrents subitement gonfl\u00e9s
\nAvec leurs flots boueux m\u00eal\u00e9s de coquillages
\nEntra\u00eenent sans piti\u00e9 les fleurs et les feuillages.
\nTout est perdu : \u2014 jasmins aux p\u00e9tales nacr\u00e9s,
\nBelles-de-nuit fuyant l\u2019astre aux rayons dor\u00e9s,
\nVolubilis charg\u00e9s de cloches et de vrilles,
\nRoses de tous pays et de toutes familles,
\nDouces filles de Juin, frais et riant tr\u00e9sor !
\nLa mouche que l\u2019orage arr\u00eate en son essor,
\nLe faucheux aux longs pieds et la fourmi se noient
\nDans cet autre oc\u00e9an dont les vagues tournoient.
\n\u2014 Que faire de soi-m\u00eame et du temps, quand il pleut
\nComme pour un nouveau d\u00e9luge, et qu\u2019on ne peut
\nAller voir ses amis, et qu\u2019il faut qu\u2019on demeure ?
\nLes uns prennent un livre en main afin que l\u2019heure
\nH\u00e2te son pas boiteux et dans l\u2019\u00e9ternit\u00e9
\nPlonge sans peser trop sur leur oisivet\u00e9 ;
\nLes autres gravement font de la politique,
\nSur l\u2019ouvrage du jour exercent leur critique ;
\nCeux-ci causent entre eux de chiens et de chevaux,
\nDe femmes \u00e0 la mode et d\u2019op\u00e9ras nouveaux ;
\nCeux-l\u00e0 du coin de l\u2019oeil se mirent dans la glace,
\nD\u00e9bitent des fadeurs, des bons mots \u00e0 la glace,
\nOu, du binocle arm\u00e9s, regardent un tableau :
\n\u2014 Moi, j\u2019\u00e9coute le son de l\u2019eau tombant dans l\u2019eau.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"parent":0,"template":"","meta":{"inline_featured_image":false,"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"default","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"default","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"set","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}}},"annee":[533],"poems-book":[620],"poemes-theme":[149],"poete":[614],"class_list":["post-14051","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-533","poems-book-premieres-poesies-gautier","poemes-theme-nature","poete-theophile-gautier"],"yoast_head":"\n