The Rain. (Rhymes of Rainy Days)

I. The rain! the rain! the rain! / It gushed from the skies and streamed / Like awful tears; and the sick man thought / How pitiful it seemed! / And he turned his face away, / And stared at the wall again, / His hopes nigh dead and his heart worn out. / O the rain! the rain! the rain!

II. The rain! the rain! the rain! / And the broad stream brimmed the shores; / And ever the river crept over the reeds / And the roots of the sycamores: / A corpse swirled by in a drift / Where the boat had snapt its chain -- / And a hoarse-voiced mother shrieked and raved. / O the rain! the rain! the rain!

III. The rain! the rain! the rain! -- / Pouring, with never a pause, / Over the fields and the green byways -- / How beautiful it was! / And the new-made man and wife / Stood at the window-pane / Like two glad children kept from school. -- / O the rain! the rain! the rain!