MERRY RAIN.
Reading edition
By Fleta Forrester.
Sprinkle, sprinkle, comes the rain, Tapping on the window-pane; Trickling, coursing, Crowding, forcing Tiny rills To the dripping window-sills.
Laughing rain-drops, light and swift, Through the air they fall and sift; Dancing, tripping, Bounding, skipping Thro’ the street, With their thousand merry feet.
Every blade of grass around Is a ladder to the ground; Clinging, striding, Slipping, sliding, On they come With their busy zip and hum.
In the woods, by twig and spray, To the roots they find their way; Pushing, creeping, Doubling, leaping, Down they go To the waiting life below.
Oh, the brisk and merry rain, Bringing gladness in its train! Falling, glancing, Tinkling, dancing All around,— Listen to its cheery sound!