The Rain Concert - An 1860 Poem

Millions of tiny drops,

Are falling all around;

They're dancing on the house-tops,

They're hiding in the ground.

 

They are fairy-like musicians,

With anything for keys,

Beating tune upon the window,

Keeping time upon the trees.

 

A light and airy treble

They play upon the stream,

And the melody enchants us

Like the music of a dream.

 

A deeper bass is sounding

When they're dropping into eaves;

With a tenor from the zephyrs,

And an alto from the waves.

 

Oh, 'tis a stream of music,

And, Robin, "don't intrude,"

If, when the rain is weary,

He drops an interlude.

 

It seems as if the warbling

Of the birds in all the bowers,

Had been gathered into rain drops

And was coming down in showers.

December 15, 1860. Emporia News 4(17): 4.