Poems (White)/Song
For works with similar titles, see Song.
SONG
The rain is falling, the sky is gray, No sun has been shining all the long day, Yet in the pecan tree, quite out of sight, A sweet bird is singing with all his might. Faster the rain falls, louder his song, Tweeting, chirping and caroling along. No fair weather helper, dear bird, are you; In sunshine or shower, your song rings true.