Rain in the night is falling Softly and gently down, Pattering on the shingles Of the farmhouse old and brown. And tho' I cannot see it, Nor feel its crystal drops, Yet I hear its constant music Upon the old housetop. Pitter, patter, patter, pit! How melodious its sound, As it trickles from the eave-sides And splashes on the ground. But a feeling so sad, so dreary, Which I canot explain, Comes over me when, at night, I hear The pattering of the rain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: THE VERDICT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS MY LADY'S PLEASURE by ROBERT GRAHAM LILIES: 27. THE WAVE-TOSSED VESSEL by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) I'M DYING, COMRADE by MARY H. C. BOOTH ORTIZ (1528) by HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH COWPER'S CONSOLATION by PHOEBE CARY |