RAIN, rain, April rain, Washing tree and window pane, Tapping every spot of ground, Lest some sleepy seed be found; I can watch you and be gay Though I cannot go to play. Rain, rain, April rain. Washer of the hill and plain, Summer could not be so gay If it did not rain to-day. And it's fun to stay inside And see you falling far and wide. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 22 by JAMES JOYCE IN THE RANGITAKI VALLEY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD VARIATIONS: 12 by CONRAD AIKEN POSSUM SONG (A WARNING) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON BROTHERHOOD (2) by EDWIN MARKHAM BOTANICAL GARDENS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |