The Rain

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.

by William Henry Davies

Comments (4)

Feel the pain of this poem... Im in my fiffties + this poem connected. Emotional, You deserve a hug from all the lonely people of the world...
its very painful dear... i am feeling it...alone....
felt so alone while i was reading you're poem! well done! got carried away...
Great poem. My life seem to jump back at me from the lines. Only the formatting seem a bit off hand. But I didn't see the format nor the lines nor the words. I saw only my life. Congratulations on a wonderful poem.