| Rain
The rain is raining all around,
It falls on field and tree,
It rains on the umbrellas here,
And on the ships at sea.
- Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1895).
Scottish essayist, novelist and poet.
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A
Sunshiny Shower
A sunshiny shower
Won’t last half n hour.
- Anon.
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Rain
On The Green Grass
Rain on the green grass,
And rain on the sea,
Rain on the house-tops,
But not on me!
- Anon.
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Slip
On Your Raincoat
Slip on your raincoat,
Pull on your galoshes;
Wading in puddles
Makes splishes and sploshes.
- Anon.
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Who
Likes The Rain?
1st
stanza:
“I,” said the duck. “I call it fun,
For I have my red rubbers on;
They make a little three-toed track,
In the soft, cool mud, - quack! quack!”
2nd stanza:
“I!” cried the dandelion. “I!
My roots are thirsty, my buds are dry.”
And she lifted a tousled yellow head
Out of her green and grassy bed.
3rd stanza:
“I hope ‘twill pour! I hope ‘twill pour!”
Purred the tree-toad at the gray bark door,
“For, with a broad leaf for a roof,
I am perfectly waterproof.”
4th stanza:
Sang the brook: “I laugh at every drop.
And wish they never need to stop
Till a big, big river I grow to be,
And could find my way to the sea.”
5th stanza:
“I,” shouted Ted, “for I can run,
With my high-top boots and rain-coat on,
Through every puddle and runlet and pool,
I find on the road to school.
- Clara Doty Bates (1838-1895).
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Rain,
Rain Go Away
Rain, rain, go away,
Come again another day,
Little (Child's name) wants to play.
Rain, rain, go away.
- Anon.
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Rain
In Summer
How beautiful is the rain!
After the dust and heat,
In the broad and fiery street,
In the narrow lane,
How beautiful is the rain!
How it clatters along the roofs
Like the tramp of hoofs!
How it gushes and struggles out
From the throat of the overflowing spout!
Across the window-pane
It pours and pours;
And swift and wide,
With a muddy tide,
Like a river down the gutter roars
The rain, the welcome rain!
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882).
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Rain
Drops
Rain drops from the clouds and onto trees,
Down the tree trunks and off the leaves.
Down a mountain, into a brook,
Past a chipmunk in a nook.
Into a pond, off a log.
On top of a turtle and onto a frog.
Onto roads, onto the grass,
Onto trains and trucks that pass.
On top of bridges, cars and boats.
Even onto people’s coats.
Onto houses and my windowpane.
I just love to watch the drops,
The drips and drops of rain.
- E.B. (1938- ) MotherGooseCaboose.
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Can
You Hear The Rain?
(Act out the poem on a warm rainy day.)
"Pitter-patter, pitter-patter," can you hear the rain?
"Pitter-patter, pitter-patter," on the window pane.
"Pitter-patter, pitter-patter," let's go out to play.
I just love to jump in puddles on a rainy day.
Little raindrops, "Splashing, splashing," all across
my face.
Little raindrops, "Splashing, splashing,” splashing
every place.
"Pitter-patter, pitter-patter," do you hear that sound?
I just love to hear those raindrops falling to the ground.
In my red galoshes, I make lots of sploshes, jumping up and jumping
down,
Turning 'round and 'round and 'round.
"Pitter-patter, pitter-patter," suddenly, I stop.
Then I fall down on the ground and make a big "kerplop!"
Little raindrops "Splashing, splashing,” splashing
on my face.
Little raindrops, "Splashing, splashing,” splashing
every place.
"Pitter-patter, pitter-patter," raindrops on the ground.
"Pitter-patter, pitter-patter," I just love that sound.
- E.B. (1938 - ) MotherGooseCaboose.
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April
Rain Song
Let
the rain kiss you.
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops.
Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk.
The rain makes running pools in the gutter.
The rain plays a little sleep-song on our roof at night -
And I love the rain.
- Langston
Hughes (1902-1967).
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Rain
Poem
The
rain was like a little mouse,
Quiet, small, and gray,
It pattered all around the house
And then it went away.
It did not come, I understand,
Indoors at all, until,
It found an open window and
Left tracks across the sill.
- Elizabeth
Coatsworth (1893-1986).
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Summer
Rain
What could be lovelier than to hear the summer rain
Cutting across the heat, as scythes cutting across grain?
Falling upon the steaming roof with sweet uproar,
Tapping and rapping wildly at the door?
No, do not lift the latch, but through the pane
We'll stand and watch the circus pageant
Of the rain,
And see the lightening, like a tiger, striped and dread,
And hear the thunder cross the shaken sky
With elephant tread.
- Elizabeth Coatsworth (1893-1986).
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I
Like To See A Thunderstorm
I like to see a thunderstorm,
A dunder storm,
A blunder storm,
I like to see it, black and slow,
Come tumbling down the hills.
A plunder storm,
A wonder storm,
Roar loudly at out little house
And shake the window sills!
- Elizabeth
Coatsworth (1893-1986).
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It’s
Raining, It’s Pouring
It's raining, it's pouring,
The old man is snoring.
He bumped his head, and he went to bed,
And he couldn't get up in the morning.
- Anon.
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The
Rain
Pitter-patter, raindrops,
Falling from the sky;
Here is my umbrella
To keep me safe and dry!
When the rain is over,
And the sun begins to glow,
Little flowers start to bud,
And grow and grow and grow!
- Anon.
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Thunder
Crashes
Thunder crashes.
Lightening flashes.
Rain makes puddles,
I make splashes.
- Anon.
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Raindrops
Raindrops are such funny things.
They haven't feet or haven't wings.
Yet they sail through the air,
With the greatest of ease,
And dance on the street,
Wherever they please.
- Anon.
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Raindrops
rain
drops
drip
down
all
day
long.
drip down,
slip down,
splashing out their song.
thunder-crashing
splishing
splashing,
slipping,
dripping,
raining down
their rainy
raindrop
song.
-
Helen H. Moore (1921-2005).
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The
Water Cycle
When I was young, I used to think,
That water came from the kitchen sink.
But now I'm older, and I know,
That water comes from rain and snow.
It stays there, waiting in the sky,
In clouds above our world so high.
And when it falls, it flows along,
And splashes out a watery song,
As each raindrop is joined by more
And rushes to the ocean shore,
Or to a lake, a brook, a stream,
From which it rises, just like steam.
But while it's down here what do you think?
Some DOES go to the kitchen sink!
- Helen H. Moore (1921-2005).
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