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.

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.

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.

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.

The Clouds consign their treasures to the fields;
And, softly shaking on the dimpled pool
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The Clouds consign their treasures to the fields;
And, softly shaking on the dimpled pool
Prelusive drops, let all their moisture flow
In large effusion, o'er the freshen'd world.

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.

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.

Some people feel the rain. Others just get wet.

Some people feel the rain. Others just get wet.