I. The Rain! The Rain! The Rain! It Gushed From The Skies And Streamed Like Awful Tears; And The Sick Man Thought How Pitiful It Seemed! And He Turned His Face Away, And Stared At The Wall Again, His Hopes Nigh Dead And His Heart Worn Out. O The Rain! The Rain! The Rain! Ii. The Rain! The Rain! The Rain! And The Broad Stream Brimmed The Shores; And Ever The River Crept Over The Reeds And The Roots Of The Sycamores: A Corpse Swirled By In A Drift Where The Boat Had Snapt Its Chain - And A Hoarse-Voiced Mother Shrieked And Raved. O The Rain! The Rain! The Rain! Iii. The Rain! The Rain! The Rain! - Pouring, With Never A Pause, Over The Fields And The Green Byways - How Beautiful It Was! And The New-Made Man And Wife Stood At The Window-Pane Like Two Glad Children Kept From School. - O The Rain! The Rain! The Rain!