THE RAINBOW.
Storm-clouds and thunder and dark rainy weather,Wet streams are flowing all down the Shining Way;Jimmy and Alice and I are here together,Cooped in the nursery and longing for a play.Look! there’s a sunbeam, through a sky-crack poking;Quick! get your shoes off, as still as still can be;Slip out the back door, Mother isn’t looking,Steal down the wood-road, before she turns to see.Great jolly puddles, round and wet and gleaming—Here’s a still clear one, grassy, cool and sweet;But we love the brown ones, and in we paddle, screaming,Laughing, while the soft mud oozes ’round our feet.Trees shake their wet cloaks, and on us falls a shower;We laugh the louder, as down the road we run.See! there’s a cowslip, and here’s a fairies’ bower,All made of violets, nodding to the sun.Down in the East, where we still can hear the thunder,Over the cloud bends a misty, shining Bow.Right at the foot of it are hidden many wonders,If we can get there before the colors go.Run, hand in hand, then, hair all a-dripping,Bare feet splashing thro’ the puddles as we fly.Soft shines the Rainbow, as toward it we are tripping;The green earth is waving and smiling to the sky.
Storm-clouds and thunder and dark rainy weather,Wet streams are flowing all down the Shining Way;Jimmy and Alice and I are here together,Cooped in the nursery and longing for a play.Look! there’s a sunbeam, through a sky-crack poking;Quick! get your shoes off, as still as still can be;Slip out the back door, Mother isn’t looking,Steal down the wood-road, before she turns to see.Great jolly puddles, round and wet and gleaming—Here’s a still clear one, grassy, cool and sweet;But we love the brown ones, and in we paddle, screaming,Laughing, while the soft mud oozes ’round our feet.Trees shake their wet cloaks, and on us falls a shower;We laugh the louder, as down the road we run.See! there’s a cowslip, and here’s a fairies’ bower,All made of violets, nodding to the sun.Down in the East, where we still can hear the thunder,Over the cloud bends a misty, shining Bow.Right at the foot of it are hidden many wonders,If we can get there before the colors go.Run, hand in hand, then, hair all a-dripping,Bare feet splashing thro’ the puddles as we fly.Soft shines the Rainbow, as toward it we are tripping;The green earth is waving and smiling to the sky.
Storm-clouds and thunder and dark rainy weather,Wet streams are flowing all down the Shining Way;Jimmy and Alice and I are here together,Cooped in the nursery and longing for a play.
Storm-clouds and thunder and dark rainy weather,
Wet streams are flowing all down the Shining Way;
Jimmy and Alice and I are here together,
Cooped in the nursery and longing for a play.
Look! there’s a sunbeam, through a sky-crack poking;Quick! get your shoes off, as still as still can be;Slip out the back door, Mother isn’t looking,Steal down the wood-road, before she turns to see.
Look! there’s a sunbeam, through a sky-crack poking;
Quick! get your shoes off, as still as still can be;
Slip out the back door, Mother isn’t looking,
Steal down the wood-road, before she turns to see.
Great jolly puddles, round and wet and gleaming—Here’s a still clear one, grassy, cool and sweet;But we love the brown ones, and in we paddle, screaming,Laughing, while the soft mud oozes ’round our feet.
Great jolly puddles, round and wet and gleaming—
Here’s a still clear one, grassy, cool and sweet;
But we love the brown ones, and in we paddle, screaming,
Laughing, while the soft mud oozes ’round our feet.
Trees shake their wet cloaks, and on us falls a shower;We laugh the louder, as down the road we run.See! there’s a cowslip, and here’s a fairies’ bower,All made of violets, nodding to the sun.
Trees shake their wet cloaks, and on us falls a shower;
We laugh the louder, as down the road we run.
See! there’s a cowslip, and here’s a fairies’ bower,
All made of violets, nodding to the sun.
Down in the East, where we still can hear the thunder,Over the cloud bends a misty, shining Bow.Right at the foot of it are hidden many wonders,If we can get there before the colors go.
Down in the East, where we still can hear the thunder,
Over the cloud bends a misty, shining Bow.
Right at the foot of it are hidden many wonders,
If we can get there before the colors go.
Run, hand in hand, then, hair all a-dripping,Bare feet splashing thro’ the puddles as we fly.Soft shines the Rainbow, as toward it we are tripping;The green earth is waving and smiling to the sky.
Run, hand in hand, then, hair all a-dripping,
Bare feet splashing thro’ the puddles as we fly.
Soft shines the Rainbow, as toward it we are tripping;
The green earth is waving and smiling to the sky.