But grandma says a storm is near;
And when I asked how she could know,
She said the peacock told her so,
When, perching on the old fence rail,
He screamed so loud and dropped his tail;
And the shy cuckoo on the wing
Repeated over the same thing;
And “More wet!” all the bob-whites cried
That in the grassy meadows hide;
The soot that from the chimney fell