Author Anonymous Americas Millions of massive rain-drops Have fallen all around; They have danced on the house-tops, They have hidden in the ground. They were liquid like musicians With anything for keys, Beating tunes upon the windows, Keeping time upon the trees. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 2 (2 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments