Rain And Rain! And Rain And Rain! Yesterday We Muttered Grimly As The Grim Refrain That The Thunders Uttered: All The Heavens Under Cloud - All The Sunshine Sleeping; All The Grasses Limply Bowed With Their Weight Of Weeping. Sigh And Sigh! And Sigh And Sigh! Never End Of Sighing; Rain And Rain For Our Reply - Hopes Half-Drowned And Dying; Peering Through The Window-Pane, Naught But Endless Raining - Endless Sighing, And, As Vain, Endlessly Complaining. Shine And Shine! And Shine And Shine! Ah! To-Day The Splendor! - All This Glory Yours And Mine - God! But God Is Tender! We To Sigh Instead Of Sing, Yesterday, In Sorrow, While The Lord Was Fashioning This For Our To-Morrow!