The speaker turns a rainstorm into a small myth: Nature draws a rainbow like a bow and hurls silver arrows of rain, killing the armies of darkness. It’s a striking way to capture how rain and light can feel like they’re actively clearing away the gloom. There’s a sense of quiet victory and relief.
After that, the poem moves upward into a calmer, more enchanted scene. A single star decorates the Moon as she walks through the garden of night, rising through star-filled blue paths while her silver train flows behind her. The mood becomes dreamy, elegant, and full of wonder—like standing outside at night and feeling the world turn soft and luminous. The speaker seems to look at nature with awe, not fear.