A Kiss in the Rain

One stormy morn I chanced to meet A lassie in the town; Her locks were like the ripened wheat, Her laughing eyes were brown. I watched her as she tripped along Till madness filled my brain, And then—and then—I know ’twas wrong— I kissed her in the rain. With raindrops shining on her cheek Like dewdrops on a rose, The little lassie strove to speak, My boldness to oppose; She strove in vain, and quivering, Her fingers stole in mine; And then the birds began to sing, The sun began to shine. Oh, let the clouds grow dark above, My heart is light below; ’Tis always summer when we love, However winds may blow; And I’m as proud as any prince, All honors I disdain: She says I am her rain beau since I kissed her in the rain.