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 It is not raining to me,
 It's raining daffodils;
  In every dimpled drop I see
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 It is not raining to me,
 It's raining daffodils;
  In every dimpled drop I see
   Wild flowers on distant hills. 
 I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
 From the seas and the streams;
  I bear light read more 
 I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
 From the seas and the streams;
  I bear light shade for the leaves when laid
   In their noonday dreams.
    From my wings are shaken the dews that waken
     The sweet buds every one,
      When rocked to rest on their mother's breast,
       As she dances about the sun.
        I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
         And whiten the green plains under,
          And then again I dissolve it in rain,
           And laugh as I pass in thunder. 
 He shall come down like rain upon the mown grass: as showers 
that water the earth.  
 He shall come down like rain upon the mown grass: as showers 
that water the earth. 
 I know Sir John will go, though he was sure it would rain cats 
and dogs.  
 I know Sir John will go, though he was sure it would rain cats 
and dogs. 
 And the hooded clouds, like friars,
 Tell their beads in drops of rain.  
 And the hooded clouds, like friars,
 Tell their beads in drops of rain. 
 The ceaseless rain is falling fast,
 And yonder gilded vane,
  Immovable for three days past,
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 The ceaseless rain is falling fast,
 And yonder gilded vane,
  Immovable for three days past,
   Points to the misty main. 
 We knew it would rain, for the poplars showed
 The white of their leaves, the amber grain
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 We knew it would rain, for the poplars showed
 The white of their leaves, the amber grain
  Shrunk in the wind,--and the lightning now
   Is tangled in tremulous skeins of rain. 
 A little rain will fill
 The lily's cup which hardly moists the field.  
 A little rain will fill
 The lily's cup which hardly moists the field. 
 The Clouds consign their treasures to the fields;
 And, softly shaking on the dimpled pool
  Prelusive drops, read more 
 The Clouds consign their treasures to the fields;
 And, softly shaking on the dimpled pool
  Prelusive drops, let all their moisture flow
   In large effusion, o'er the freshen'd world.