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We knew it would rain, for the poplars showed
The white of their leaves, the amber grain
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We knew it would rain, for the poplars showed
The white of their leaves, the amber grain
Shrunk in the wind,--and the lightning now
Is tangled in tremulous skeins of rain.
How it pours, pours, pours,
In a never-ending sheet!
How it drives beneath the doors!
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How it pours, pours, pours,
In a never-ending sheet!
How it drives beneath the doors!
How it soaks the passer's feet!
How it rattles on the shutter!
How it rumples up the lawn!
How 'twill sigh, and moan, and mutter,
From darkness until dawn.
She waits for me, my lady Earth,
Smiles and waits and sighs;
I'll say her nay, and read more
She waits for me, my lady Earth,
Smiles and waits and sighs;
I'll say her nay, and hide away,
Then take her by surprise.
A little rain will fill
The lily's cup which hardly moists the field.
A little rain will fill
The lily's cup which hardly moists the field.
I know Sir John will go, though he was sure it would rain cats
and dogs.
I know Sir John will go, though he was sure it would rain cats
and dogs.
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
From the seas and the streams;
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I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
From the seas and the streams;
I bear light shade for the leaves when laid
In their noonday dreams.
From my wings are shaken the dews that waken
The sweet buds every one,
When rocked to rest on their mother's breast,
As she dances about the sun.
I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
And whiten the green plains under,
And then again I dissolve it in rain,
And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Some people feel the rain. Others just get wet.
Some people feel the rain. Others just get wet.
He shall come down like rain upon the mown grass: as showers
that water the earth.
He shall come down like rain upon the mown grass: as showers
that water the earth.
It is not raining to me,
It's raining daffodils;
In every dimpled drop I see
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It is not raining to me,
It's raining daffodils;
In every dimpled drop I see
Wild flowers on distant hills.