DON'T COMPLAIN ABOUT THE RAIN

THE RAIN  by  William Henry Davies

I hear leaves drinking rain;
I hear rich leaves on top
Giving the poor beneath
Drop after drop.
'Tis a sweet noise to hear
These green leaves drinking near.

And when the sun comes out
After this rain shall stop;
A wondrous light will fill
Each dark, round drop;
I hope the sun shines bright;
'Twill be a lovely sight.