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A Line-Storm Song By: Robert Frost
The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift.
The road is forlorn all day,
Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift,
And the hoof-prints vanish away.
The roadside flowers, too wet for the bee,
Expend their bloom in vain.
Come over the hills and far with me,
And be my love in the rain.
The birds have less to say for themselves
In the wood-world's torn despair
Than now these numberless years the elves,
Although they are no less there:
All song of the woods is crushed like some
Wild, earily shattered rose.
Come, be my love in the wet woods, come,
Where the boughs rain when it blows.
There is the gale to urge behind
And bruit our singing down,
And the shallow waters aflutter with wind
From which to gather your gown.
What matter if we go clear to the west,
And come not through dry-shod?
For wilding brooch shall wet your breast
The rain-fresh goldenrod.
Oh, never this whelming east wind swells
But it seems like the sea's return
To the ancient lands where it left the shells
Before the age of the fern;
And it seems like the time when after doubt
Our love came back amain.
Oh, come forth into the storm and rout
And be my love in the rain.

Robert Frost has a great way of expressing weather. Weather is used a lot in this poem. Frost talks about how rain brings love, how storms swifts through the air, and how the rain feels like the sea. He also explains in "A Line-Storm" how flowers bloom after rain, and how wind makes sand linger gracefully. If you conclude on what was discussed, you will see that Robert Frost illustrates that the weather is depressing. This poem enhances my knowledge because it shows in a very fluent poetic way what weather does and how peaceful it can really be. When you think about storms and rain you think dull or dismal, but after reading this he is expressing that good things come from it. Specifically love.
This poem does give me further knowledge about weather because it explains what weather does. But, they aren’t the usual situations. We all know that wind blows messing up girls hair, or wind helps fly a kite. But what we don’t do is read between the lines. Wind can be gentle. It can swift sand two and fro from one side of the park to the other carrying along maple leaves or a family of ants. Wind can be fierce and even deadly, but it can also be calm, relaxing, and just what people need. This poem will not be possible if it didn’t include weather. Weather is the life of this poem. Weather is the life of animals and humans. Weather is the life of this planet.