The Rain Sprites

See the pretty rain drops
   Twinkle in the air;
      Trickle down the window pane
Glitter in the grassy lane;
       Sparkling everywhere!

They are tears of Rain-Sprites
   Laughing till they cry!
        Merry little fairy folks
   Full of kindly pranks and jokes
        As they rustle by

Now they splash the wee birds
   In their maple bower,
Now they drench the flying curls
   Of the berry hunting girls
   Running from the shower!

O! and see them dancing.
   The many colored crowd
Silently their measured march
Pictures a triumphal arch
   On the sunny cloud.

Ha, the saucy Rain-Sprites!
   Right in Baby’s face
Now the toss a pearly spray,
Laugh and leap and fly away
   To their hiding place!