All night the small feet of the rain <br />Within the garden ran, <br />And gentle fingers tapped the pane <br />Until the dawn began. <br />The rill-like voices called and sung <br />The slanting roof beside; <br />'The children of the clouds have come; <br />Awake! awake!' they cried. <br />'Weep no more the drooping rose <br />Nor mourn the thirsting tree, <br />The little children of the storm <br />Have gained their liberty.' <br />All night the small feet of the rain <br />About my garden ran, <br />Their rill-like voices called and cried <br />Until the dawn began.<br /><br />Dora Sigerson Shorter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rain-after-drought-2/
