The Rain by William Henry Davies
I hear leaves drinking 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.