RAIN
I have always hated the rain,And the gloom of grayed skies.But now I think I must always cherishRain-hung leaf and the misty river;And the friendly screen of dripping greenWhere eager kisses were shyly givenAnd your pipe-smoke made clouds in our damp, close heaven.The curious laggard passed us by,His wet shoes soughed on the shining walk.And that afternoon was filled with a blurred glory—That afternoon, when we first talked as lovers.Jean Starr Untermeyer
I have always hated the rain,And the gloom of grayed skies.But now I think I must always cherishRain-hung leaf and the misty river;And the friendly screen of dripping greenWhere eager kisses were shyly givenAnd your pipe-smoke made clouds in our damp, close heaven.The curious laggard passed us by,His wet shoes soughed on the shining walk.And that afternoon was filled with a blurred glory—That afternoon, when we first talked as lovers.Jean Starr Untermeyer
I have always hated the rain,And the gloom of grayed skies.But now I think I must always cherishRain-hung leaf and the misty river;And the friendly screen of dripping greenWhere eager kisses were shyly givenAnd your pipe-smoke made clouds in our damp, close heaven.
I have always hated the rain,
And the gloom of grayed skies.
But now I think I must always cherish
Rain-hung leaf and the misty river;
And the friendly screen of dripping green
Where eager kisses were shyly given
And your pipe-smoke made clouds in our damp, close heaven.
The curious laggard passed us by,His wet shoes soughed on the shining walk.And that afternoon was filled with a blurred glory—That afternoon, when we first talked as lovers.
The curious laggard passed us by,
His wet shoes soughed on the shining walk.
And that afternoon was filled with a blurred glory—
That afternoon, when we first talked as lovers.
Jean Starr Untermeyer