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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
RAIN MARCH, by JEAN RICHEPIN Poet's Biography
First Line: The water falls, plick, plock, plack
Last Line: The water falls and fills my sack.
Subject(s): Rain; Water
First Line: The water falls, plick, plock, plack
Last Line: The water falls and fills my sack.
Subject(s): Rain; Water
The water falls, plick, plock, plack,
The water falls and fills my sack.
It's raining; we're soaked logs!
And no wine!
What divine
Weather—for frogs!
The water falls, plick, plock, plack,
The water falls and fills my sack.
Hog, go wade!
But the pig ran
And found some bran
Left in the trough.
The water falls, plick, plock, plack,
The water falls and fills my sack.
The fat pig swayed ...
You, old Know-no-bed,
It's hardly bread
That makes you cough.
The water falls, plick, plock, plack,
The water falls and fills my sack.
Bah! Let's be off again;
Farther away
Find a corner to stay.
Beg a crust to satisfy us.
The water falls, plick, plock, plack,
The water falls and fills my sack.
After the rain
The wind comes,
And as he hums
He'll dry us.
The water falls, plick, plock, plack,
The water falls and fills my sack.
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