I have always hated the rain,
And the gloom of grayed skies.
But now I think I must always cherish
Rain-hung leaf and the misty river;
And the friendly screen of dripping green
Where eager kisses were shyly given
And your pipe-smoke made clouds in our damp, close heaven.
The curious laggard passed us by,
His wet shoes soughed on the shining walk.
And that afternoon was filled with a blurred glory—
That afternoon, when we first talked as lovers.
This poem is in the public domain.
About this Poem
"Rain” appeared in The Answering Voice: One Hundred Love Lyrics by Women, edited and selected by Sara Teasdale (Houghton Mifflin and Company, 1917).