Poems
About the
Rain
The Shower
Unknown
Hear the rain, patter, patter,
On the pane, clatter, clatter!
Down it pours, helter, pelter;
Quick indoors! Shelter, shelter!
See it gush, and roar and whirl,
Swiftly rush, eddy, and swirl
Through the street, down the gutters!
How it splashes—but we don’t care
Though it dashes everywhere.
We don’t care, for, peeping through—
See! Up there—a patch of blue!
And the sun, in spite of rain,
Has begun to smile again.
A Rainy Piece
Ivy O. Eastwick
Rain on the clover!
Rain on the tree!
Rain on the rosebud
But––DON’T rain on me!
Clover is thirsty––
So is the tree––
But I’ve brought some lemonade
Rainy Day Song Kiss of the Rain Ice-cold, with me!
Violet Alleyn Storey Unknown And I have some ice cream,
Some jam and some bread,
The spring rain is soft rain. Pretty little raindrops,
And on the green grass is
The soft rain is sweet Laughing, kissed the daisy.
My picnic cloth spread.
And warm, and falls gently Dozing on its couch of green,
On each country street. Oh, so hot and lazy!
So rain all around, rain
On hilltop and tree,
And out in the soft rain, Then the daisy upward sprang,
On lilac and rosebud,
Pink blossoms now blow; And sang out so gaily,
But––DON’T rain on me!
In sweet rain and warm rain, "Kiss again, oh! kiss again.
Blue violets grow. Rain-drops, soft, I pray ye!"
Rain in Summer Rain, Rain
Henry W. Longfellow James Hörner
Little Raindrops How beautiful is the rain! Rain rain
J.F. Kinsey After the dust and heat, Falls on the street,
In the broad and fiery street, Mud in puddles
Little raindrops fill the fountains, In the narrow lane, Cleaning my feet.
Little birds sing in the trees, How beautiful is the rain!
Little sand grains make the mountains, Thunder thunder
Little hives are filled with bees. How it clatters along the roofs, Rumble and roar,
Like the tramp of hoofs! Close the windows
All the little things are useful, How it gushes and struggles out And lock the door.
And the children must be too, From the throat of the overflowing spout!
There is always work made ready Clouds clouds
For the little hands to do. Across the window-pane Black and gray,
It pours and pours; Heavy with water
And swift and wide, To drop all day.
Rain With a muddy tide,
Like a river down the gutter roars Sun sun
Robert Louis Stevenson The rain, the welcome rain! Is breaking through,
Clouds are moving,
The rain is raining all around, In the country, on every side, The rain stops too.
It falls on field and tree, Where far and wide,
It rains on the umbrellas here, Like a leopard’s tawny and spotted hide, Rainbow rainbow
And on the ships at sea. Stretches the plain, Across the sky,
To the dry grass and the drier grain See-through colors
How welcome is the rain! To tickle my eyes.
Rainy Day
Bee Bowers
Three little ducks walk out in the rain.
Quack! Quack! Quack!
Each with his waterproof feathers
Folded along his back,
Each with his little pink rubbers
Waddling into town.
Each finds a pond of which he is fond
And stands in it upside down!
Spring Rain
Donna Read Goodale
The wind brushes briskly and busily by,
Rubbers and Galoshes O'er the gracious expanse of the tender blue sky,
And the misty white veils that about her will crowd,
Marie Louise Allen Are silently gathered in pillars of cloud.
Rubbers are for rainy days,
The warm vapor skyward no longer can stay,
Galoshes are for snow.
It melts into rain and it patters away;
They make my feet walk quietly,
Each drop, as below in the earth it doth creep,
Everywhere I go.
Awakens a flower from its long winter's sleep.
In summer, when I walk, my feet
The grass, dead and brown, at its touch groweth green,
Go “Crackle, crackle,” down the street.
The bud yet unopened, a blossom is seen;
But when it rains, or when there’s snow,
All nature is started to vigor again
My feet so very softly go.
At the magical call of the soft-falling rain.
With rubbers or galoshes on,
I cannot hear my feet.
Without them, I go “Crackle, crackle,
Crackle,” down the street!
Sky Laundry
Marie Louise Allen
Last night, the rain was busy
With washing out the sky––
This morning, white and fluffy,
The clouds are out to dry.
