Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.
We knew it would rain, for the poplars showed The white of their leaves, the amber grain Shrunk in the wind,and the lightning now Is tangled in tremulous skeins of rain. T. B. AldrichBefore the Rain.
How it pours, pours, pours, In a never-ending sheet! How it drives beneath the doors! How it soaks the passers feet! How it rattles on the shutter! How it rumples up the lawn! How twill sigh, and moan, and mutter, From darkness until dawn. Rossiter JohnsonRhyme of the Rain.
Be still, sad heart, and cease repining; Behind the clouds the sun is shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary. LongfellowAn April Day.
The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is 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. LongfellowThe Rainy Day.
It is not raining rain to me, Its raining daffodils; In every dimpled drop I see Wild flowers on distant hills. Robert LovemanApril Rain. Appeared in Harpers Mag. May, 1901. Erroneously attributed to Swama Rama, who copied it in the Thundering Dawn. Lahore.
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, oer the freshend world. ThomsonThe Seasons. Spring. L. 172.