Under the Tree

by Elizabeth Madox Roberts

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LITTLE RAIN

When I was making myself a game

Up in the garden, a little rain came.

It fell down quick in a sort of rush,

And I crawled back under the snowball bush.

I could hear the big drops hit the ground

And see little puddles of dust fly round.

A chicken came till the rain was gone;

He had just a very few feathers on.