Storm-clouds and thunder and dark rainy weather,
Wet streams are flowing all down the Shining Way;
Jimmy and Alice and I are here together,
Cooped in the nursery and longing for a play.
Look! there’s a sunbeam, through a sky-crack poking;
Quick! get your shoes off, as still as still can be;
Slip out the back door, Mother isn’t looking,
Steal down the wood-road, before she turns to see.
Great jolly puddles, round and wet and gleaming—
Here’s a still clear one, grassy, cool and sweet;