merry comrade is the rain,
A sociable friend it seems,
And sometimes on a windy night
The rain disturbs my dreams.
Afar off in the haunted distance
I hear the rain's echo
And fancy that I see it dancing
And hear the rain winds blow.
A lonely creature is the rain,
A silent folk it seems,
And sometimes when it's very still,
I go to sleep and dream.
I fancy in my dreams I see,
Afar off in the darkened sky,
A silhouetted sad-faced moon
As it hangs its head to cry.
Copyright © 1950 Ruth Gillis
published in Tucumcari Literary Review October 1993
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