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! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUPREME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO THE MARTYRED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE GHOST OF DEACON BROWN by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON TOM O'ROUGHLEY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS AMERICAN NAMES by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET FAITH AND DESPONDENCY by EMILY JANE BRONTE |