Old woman Rain
Is coming down the street.
She wears a gray cloak
And has loose shoes on her feet.

She splashes in the gutters
And she shuffles through the leaves,
And she brings the wind with her
In her long, gray sleeves.

She comes on sloshing
In the gutters and the road,
And no one stays to greet her
But one old speckled toad.

The birds all hide
In the elms and sycamores,
And people hurry home
And shut the windows and the doors.

I looked out of my window
And I saw old woman Rain,
She covered all the sidewalks with
A shining black stain.

I heard her tell the dry leaves
She gathered in her pack,
That they would all be green again
When Spring came back.

I was glad to hear her for
I didn't like the way
She beat upon the gardens
And took all the flowers away.

She came along and washed away
The last, bright bloom,
And left the world empty as
A great, bare room.