I Knew It Would Rain

I knew it would rain, for all day long,
The flies were biting my head and ears,
Those aural appendages made for song,–
That head laid bare by the barber's shears.

I knew it would rain, for all day long.
My rheumatic knee gave me trouble and pain,
And the corns barometrical on my toes,
As well as the fields of corn cried "rain."

I knew it would rain, for all day long,
I sighed and sighed for a Mother Hubbard;
I cared not a fig for her hungry dog,
Nor how bare and empty was her cupboard.

I knew it would rain. for all day long,
The perspiration rolled from my brow,
As I wrote–but hark! behold the dust!
"I told you so;" it is raining now.

^__J. M. Cavaness.