Between the Showers ~ A Poem by Amy Levy

Between the Showers: Finding Life’s Quiet Joy in Passing Moments

What if life’s most meaningful moments don’t arrive during the storms—but quietly, between them?

Between the Showers

Amy Levy

Between the showers I went my way,
   The glistening street was bright with flowers;
It seemed that March had turned to May
   Between the showers.

Above the shining roofs and towers
   The blue broke forth athwart the grey;
Birds carolled in their leafless bowers.

Hither and tither, swift and gay,
   The people chased the changeful hours;
And you, you passed and smiled that day,
   Between the showers.

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Reflection

Amy Levy’s Between the Showers captures one of life’s quiet miracles: the fleeting brightness that appears between difficulties. The poem reminds us that joy doesn’t always arrive with permanence or certainty—it often slips in briefly, illuminating ordinary streets, familiar faces, and passing moments. Between the gray stretches of routine or sorrow, there are flashes of beauty we might miss if we rush too quickly through the day. Levy invites us to notice those in-between spaces where hope briefly blooms, where a smile or a patch of blue sky can change everything. The poem gently suggests that meaning often lives not in grand events, but in these tender, transient pauses.

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As you read this poem, ask yourself:

What moments of light or connection have appeared between the showers in your own life—and did you pause long enough to notice them?