WHEN IT RAINS

When it rains, and with the rain

Never bird has heart to sing,

And across the window-pane

Is no sunlight glimmering;

When the pitiless refrain

Brings a tremor to the lips,

Our tears are like the rain

As it drips, drips, drips —

Like the sad, unceasing rain as it drips.

When the light of heaven's blue

Is blurred and blotted quite,

And the dreary day to you

Is but a long twilight;

When it seems that ne'er again

Shall the sun break its eclipse,

Our tears are like the rain

As it drips, drips, drips —

Like the endless, friendless rain as it drips.

When it rains! weary heart,

O be of better cheer!

The leaden clouds will part,

And the morrow will be clear;

Take up your load again,

With a prayer upon your lips,

Thanking Heaven for the rain

As it drips, drips, drips —

With the golden bow of promise as it drips.