A RAINY DAY.
Patter, patter, patter,
On the window-pane;
Drip, drip, drip,
Comes the heavy rain.
Now the little birdies
Fly away to bed,
And each tender blossom
Droops its pretty head.
But the little rootlets,
In the earth below,
Open wide their tiny mouths
Where the rain-drops flow;
And the thirsty grasses
Soon grow fresh and green,
With the pretty daisies
Springing up between.