There are so many kinds of rain: The rain that starts the night before And continues all next day; Rain that starts at morning's seven And leaves it gray till eleven; Rain that tries to come all day And gets here just at evening time. But not for long it sings its song But leaves us free the evening hours; Rain that wakes us from our sleep, Steals upon us in the night, Begins like sparrows on the roof, But ends like a hail of pebbles let loose; Rain that dries just where it lights— No extra rain to spare; Rain that comes and comes And keeps on coming, leaving Jet pools upon the walks And gardens like black paste; Rain that comes so gently The flowers lift their heads; Rain that beats them down To cower in their places; Rain that leaves them brighter painted; Rain that leaves them pale Broken, beaten in their beds, Marks of mud upon their faces. There are as many kinds of rain as love; Coming in as many strange ways And leaving to exalt or jade. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: MARCH by EDMUND SPENSER THE OLD CAMP; WRITTEN IN A ROMAN FORTIFICATION IN BAVARIA by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN FORFEITS by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER STREAMLINERA: SKYSCRAPER-ELEVATOR by PAULINE JONES BURNS ON THE STAR OF 'THE LEGION OF HONOR' by GEORGE GORDON BYRON OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 29 by THOMAS CAMPION TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. O CHILD OF URANUS by EDWARD CARPENTER |