There are so many kinds of rain: The rain that starts the night before And continues all next day; Rain that starts at morning's seven And leaves it gray till eleven; Rain that tries to come all day And gets here just at evening time. But not for long it sings its song But leaves us free the evening hours; Rain that wakes us from our sleep, Steals upon us in the night, Begins like sparrows on the roof, But ends like a hail of pebbles let loose; Rain that dries just where it lights— No extra rain to spare; Rain that comes and comes And keeps on coming, leaving Jet pools upon the walks And gardens like black paste; Rain that comes so gently The flowers lift their heads; Rain that beats them down To cower in their places; Rain that leaves them brighter painted; Rain that leaves them pale Broken, beaten in their beds, Marks of mud upon their faces. There are as many kinds of rain as love; Coming in as many strange ways And leaving to exalt or jade. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BALLAD OF JUDAS ISCARIOT by ROBERT WILLIAMS BUCHANAN THE THREAD OF LIFE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI BARBARA FRIETCHIE [SEPTEMBER 13, 1862] by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE IRISH MOTHER'S LAMENT by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER THE FIRST FIRE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE WIDEST HEARTHSTONE by BERTON BRALEY THE RING AND THE BOOK: BOOK 9. JURIS DOCTOR ... BOTTINIUS by ROBERT BROWNING |