Poem No. 1
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;
It will be a lovely sight.
(W.H. Davies)
