Daniel Ridgway Knight, Coup de vent (c. 1900)
Rain and Wind, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Love the rain, for it makes the air so sweet.
Its tap on my umbrella is asking,
To come in, that we would formally meet,
And upon my face it would be basking.
But the angry wind, I do not care for,
Shoving, to where it chooses me to go.
I am glad when in sight of the front door,
Buffeted once more if I am too slow.
Inside I hear the patter of the rain,
Each drop searching for a way to sneak in.
Tired, I see it slide down the window pane.
The winds howls telling me that it will win.
I dare not ask that the wind to abstain,
As it pushes the clouds that carry rain.