RAIN 

The rain did come and overflow

The quivering burn nearby,

And flood the hollow yielding fields,

And make the wild birds cry.

The rain did come and overflow

The hollows in the lanes,

And motors coming by your house

Do dirty your window-panes. 

The rain did come and enter in

Below the kitchen door,

And when the north wind came and tapped

The water trinkled up the floor. 

And dogs in house on turf-bags rest,

Near to the door to lie,

Then when the streams go near to them

Their big eyes glitter to you close by. 

James Kennedy

Tullygrawley School