Little Rain Poem by Elizabeth Madox Roberts

Little Rain



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.

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Maxine Bowling 06 August 2018

I remembered the first part of this poem and the last name of the author from my early school days; That was about 85 years ago. I am now 94..

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Maxine Bowling Friedly 06 August 2018

I remembered the first part of this poem and the last name of the author from my early school days; That was about 85 years ago. I am now 94.

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