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James Whitcomb Riley - The Rain
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I.

  The rain! the rain! the rain!
    It gushed from the skies and streamed
  Like awful tears; and the sick man thought
    How pitiful it seemed!
  And he turned his face away,
    And stared at the wall again,
  His hopes nigh dead and his heart worn out.
    O the rain! the rain! the rain!


II.

  The rain! the rain! the rain!
    And the broad stream brimmed the shores;
  And ever the river crept over the reeds
    And the roots of the sycamores:
  A corpse swirled by in a drift
    Where the boat had snapt its chain--
  And a hoarse-voiced mother shrieked and raved.
    O the rain! the rain! the rain!


III.

  The rain! the rain! the rain!--
    Pouring, with never a pause,
  Over the fields and the green byways--
    How beautiful it was!
  And the new-made man and wife
    Stood at the window-pane
  Like two glad children kept from school.--
    O the rain! the rain! the rain!
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