Rainy Day

The sleepy sky has not yet wak’ed:

The street is darkly melancholic;

A drizzle paints a misty haze,

And dampens any frolic.

The silence of the gloomy street,

By feet splashing a steady beat

Is broken…

Rain, rain,

Go away:

Why did you have to come today?

A pitcher of rain pours down,

Around the sopping ground;

The foggy air has found

A sound which can’t abound

Ev’rywhere.

It’s raining,

It’s pouring:

My old man is snoring!

The pattern of the rain on tin:

A din o’er which sound

Can’t win…

The dreary sky is still asleep,

But now it’s dusky twilight;

The rain still sheds a drowsy tear,

And the hazy street has lost its sight.