Classic Poem

Old Man Rain at the windowpane
Knocks and fumbles and knocks again;
His long-nailed fingers slip and strain:
Old Man Rain at the windowpane
Knocks all night but knocks in vain.
— — Old Man Rain.

Old Man Rain at the windowpane
Reels and shambles along the lane;
His old gray whiskers drip and drain:
Old Man Rain with fuddled brain
Reels and staggers like one insane.
— — Old Man Rain.

Old Man Rain is back again,
With old Mis' Wind at the windowpane,
Dancing there with her tattered train:
Her old shawl flaps as she whirls again
In the wildman dance and is torn in twain.
— — Old Mis' Wind and Old Man Rain.