WHEN it rains, and with the rain Never bird has heart to sing, And across the window-pane Is no sunlight glimmering; When the pitiless refrain Brings a tremor to the lips, Our tears are like the rain As it drips, drips, drips -- Like the sad, unceasing rain as it drips. When the light of heaven's blue Is blurred and blotted quite, And the dreary day to you Is but a long twilight; When it seems that ne'er again Shall the sun break its eclipse, Our tears are like the rain As it drips, drips, drips -- Like the endless, friendless rain as it drips. When it rains! weary heart, O be of better cheer! The leaden clouds will part, And the morrow will be clear; Take up your load again, With a prayer upon your lips, Thanking Heaven for the rain As it drips, drips, drips -- With the golden bow of promise as it drips. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OCTAVES: 7 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE MAN WITH THE HOE'; A REPLY by JOHN VANCE CHENEY TETHYS' FESTIVAL: SHADOWS by SAMUEL DANIEL PREJUDICE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE ONE GRAY HAIR by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR CATHOLIC HYMN by EDGAR ALLAN POE BARS FIGHT, AUGUST 28, 1746 by LUCY TERRY INCIDENT CHARACTERISTIC OF A FAVOURITE DOG by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |