Rain.

I hear leaves drinking rain,

I hear rich leaves on top

Giving the poor beneath

Drop, after, drop,

’Tis a sweet noise to hear

These green leaves drinking near.

And when the sun comes out.

After this rain shall stop.

A wondrous light will fill,

Each dark, round drop. I hope the sun shines bright

‘Twill be a lovely sight.

W.H.Davies.