Author Georgia Douglas Johnson The rain is falling steadily Upon the thirsty earth, While dry-eyed, I remain, and calm Amid my own heart's dearth. Break! break! ye flood-gates of my tears All pent in agony, Rain, rain! upon my scorching soul And flood it as the sea! 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