Dear rain, without your help, I Know,
The trees and flowers could not grow,
My roses all would fade and die,
If you staid up behind the sky!
But lonely little girls like me
Don’t like to stay indoors, you see,
And through the long and lonesome day—
I’m tired of books, I’m tired of play.
I’m tired of listening to the sound
Of pattering drops upon the ground,
And watching through the misty pane
The clouded skies, O dreary rain!
And so I wish you’d tell me why,
Just to please me, you couldn’t try
To let the bright sun shine all day,
And in the night, when he’s away,
And all the world is dark and still.
And I’m asleep—then, if you will,
Come down and make my flowers grow,
Dear rain, and I will love you so.
Source: The author of this poem about rain is not identified; it appeared in Uncle Herbert’s Speaker and Autograph-Album Verses, published in 1887.