The Rain

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.

Victorian illustration of a wind-swept girl saved by an umbrella as she falls from a great height.

Edith Aloft. This illustration from a Victorian era children’s book can be used as free clip art; just click the small image above for a larger version of the same. Use whenever you would warn children of the perils of opening up an umbrella in a windstorm!