Down the Drops Came

 Down the Drops Came 

by CHAS E. BOYD 

Down the drops came, tınkle, tinkle,
With a sudden dash and sprinkle,   

Tho' as blue as perwinkle was the sky.

"Some mysterious hocus-pocus 

Knocked above us and awoke us," 

Cries a little yellow crocus, 

With a sigh.

There's a roaring, there's a clatter 

There's a smoky dash and spatter 

Of the dust, as comes the patter 

Of the drops.

Such a drencher, such a pelter 

Is it; yet, when, helter-skelter 

Everything has found, a shelter, 

Then it stops.