"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; 
'Twill be a lovely sight.


Written by the Welsh poet William Henry Davies (1871 - 1940)



After a morning of bright sunshine on Sunday, the rain clouds swept in by lunchtime and watered the garden for me.  The sun made a brief return late in the afternoon, lighting up the raindrops on this beautiful yellow rose in the garden at Mum's.