Rain, and Rain and Rain, All through the nights and days, While beautiful Summer bedrenched and cold Goes speeding along the ways. Darkness and silence in wood and field; Dullness in street and mart; And all the rain's sadness so strange and vague Trembling within man's heart. Sun on the fields and the sweet wet woods, Light in the bustling street, Warm tender liftings of growing things Beaten to deep retreat. Joy like the birth of a great glad love Into a life of pain Comes to earth in a day of sun After the rain ... the rain! |