Rain, Rain!

Rain, rain,—fall, fall,
In a heavy screen—
That my lover be not seen!

Wind, wind,—blow, blow,
Till the leaves are stirred—
That my lover be not heard!

Storm, storm,—rage, rage,
Like a war around—
That my lover be not found!

... Lark, lark,—hush... hush...
Softer music make—
That my lover may not wake....

Zoë Akins