RAIN.
The Clouds consign their treasures to the fields;
And, softly shaking on the dimpled pool
Prelusive drops, let all their moisture flow,
In large effusion, o'er the freshened world.
The Seasons: Spring. J. THOMSON.
Drip, drip, the rain comes falling,
Rain in the woods, rain on the sea;
Even the little waves, beaten, come crawling
As if to find shelter here with me.
Waiting in the Rain. J.H. MORSE.
The rain-drops' showery dance and rhythmic beat,
With tinkling of innumerable feet.
The Microcosm: Hearing. A. COLES.
And the hooded clouds, like friars,
Tell their beads in drops of rain.
Midnight Mass for the Dying Year. H.W. LONGFELLOW.
See where it smokes along the sounding plain,
Blown all aslant, a driving, dashing rain;
Peal upon peal, redoubling all around,
Shakes it again and faster to the ground.
Truth. W. COWPER.
The thirsty earth soaks up the rain,
And drinks and gapes for drink again;
The plants suck in the earth, and are
With constant drinking fresh and fair.
Anacreontiques. A. COWLEY.
When that I was and a little tiny boy,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
A foolish thing was but a toy,
For the rain it raineth every day.
Twelfth Night, Act v. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.