"Little Rain" by Elizabeth Madox Roberts (page 37)

When I was making myself a game
Up in the garden, a little rain came.

It fell down quick in a sort of rush,
And I crawled back under the snowball bush.

I could hear the big drops hit the ground
And see little puddles of dust fly round.

A chicken came till the rain was gone;
He had just a very few feathers on.

He shivered a little under his skin,
And then he shut his eyeballs in.

Even after the rain had begun to hush
It kept on raining up in the bush.

One big flat drop came sliding down,
And a ladybug that was red and brown

Was up on a little stem waiting there,
And I got some rain in my hair.













Thank you to this photographer for the Ginger the chicken, to this photographer for the snowball bush, to this photographer for the ladybug, to this photographer for the boy with wet hair, and to this photographer for the picture of the raindrops on the grass.