Explore "Little Rain" by Elizabeth Madox Roberts on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
When I was making myself a game / Up in the garden, a little rain came.
It fell down quick in a sort of rush, / And I crawled back under the snowball bush.
I could hear the big drops hit the ground / And see little puddles of dust fly round.
A chicken came till the rain was gone; / He had just a very few feathers on.
He shivered a little under his skin, / And then he shut his eyeballs in.
Even after the rain had begun to hush / It kept on raining up in the bush.
One big flat drop came sliding down, / And a ladybug that was red and brown
Was up on a little stem waiting there, / And I got some rain in my hair.