Author Charles Buxton Going Yesterday it was raining — The skies seemed dull and low, And the cast wind all complaining — But then I did not know! To-day, the soft rains patter, The dear winds sing and blow; No storm can ever matter — For now, dear heart, I know! Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments