Rain in the Night by Fannie Stearns Davis

Out in the night the great good rain Makes sweet the earth, makes strong the trees. -- Let me be done myself with pain And hot unhappy mysteries.

Let me not lie awake to-night With dreams devouring all the gloom: Wide mouths of hungry restless light Gleaming and gaping round my room.

Dreams, from my soul's and body's stark And hollow red-hot caves of fear. (Oh, never a dream of leaves, a lark, A dawn-wind, sea-tides salt and clear! )

-- Out in the night the good rain goes, Kind as my Mother used to be. -- Oh, if in Heaven my Mother knows, God, send her back like rain to me!