And the hooded clouds, like friars,
Tell their beads in drops of rain.

And the hooded clouds, like friars,
Tell their beads in drops of rain.

But when I came, alas, to wive,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
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But when I came, alas, to wive,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
By swaggering could I never thrive,
For the rain it raineth every day.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind in never weary;
The read more

The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind in never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.

The ceaseless rain is falling fast,
And yonder gilded vane,
Immovable for three days past,
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The ceaseless rain is falling fast,
And yonder gilded vane,
Immovable for three days past,
Points to the misty main.