I hear leaves drinking rain; I hear rich leaves on top Giving the poor beneath Drop after drop; 'Tis a sweet noise to hear These green leaves drinking near. And when the Sun comes out, After this rain shall stop, A wondrous light will fill Each dark, round drop; I hope the Sun shines bright; 'Twill be a lovely sight. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REBEL MOTHER'S LULLABY by SHANE LESLIE HALSTED STREET CAR by CARL SANDBURG THE EARLY PRIMROSE by HENRY KIRKE WHITE TWILIGHT SYMPHONY by LESLIE ANDERSON TO A FATHER, ON THE DEATH OF HIS ONLY CHILD by BERNARD BARTON THE METAMORPHOSIS OF THE WALNUT-TREE OF BOARSTELL: CANTO 1 by WILLIAM BASSE |