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 birds jocoser sung
The sunshine threw his hat away
The orchards spangles hung
The breezes brought dejected lutes
And bathed them in the glee
The East put out a single flag
And signed the fete away
With one gust of wind from the east, the weather is pushed away. 
 
 Dickinson’s use of the term “fete” (“a celebration or festival”) to describe the weather further emphasizes the positive attitude she has toward it. 
 In the brief time that it was there, the rain managed to water the trees, create musical sounds on the roof, fill up the brook and the sea, and wash away the dust. Overall, the rain brought joy, and new life that the speaker greatly appreciated it, while it lasted.
Summer Shower