There's music in the rain, <br />As on the roof it drops, <br />And its monotonous tap, tap <br />Beats on the window pane; <br />Or murmuring it stops <br />A moment on the dripping eaves. <br /> <br /> <br />There's music in the rain <br />When it falls the leaves among, <br />And spatters in the viney nooks <br />And sparkles on the grain; <br />All earth has found a tongue, <br />And its loud hallelujahs ring. <br /> <br /> <br />Oh! the music of the rain, <br />See it comes pouring down, <br />Bright and joyous o'er field and plain, <br />While its golden currents drain <br />The smooth and verdured lawn, <br />And then run bickering to the main. <br /> <br /> <br />There's music in the rain, <br />When all the winds arise, <br />And livid lightning marks the path <br />Of the dread hurricane; <br />While in the clouded skies <br />Old thunder beats the martial airs. <br /> <br /> <br />There's music in the rain <br />When all the winds are still, <br />When lightning's flash and thunder's roll <br />Are stilled and mute again; <br />And you feel the heart's thrill <br />When the storm cloud goes racking by. <br /> <br /> <br />There's music in the rain <br />When the clouds are clearing off, <br />And sunny beams come struggling through <br />The silver of the rain, <br />Where hope's arch stands alof' <br />In the reflux of the storms.<br /><br />Samuel Alfred Beadle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-music-of-the-rain-2/
