When marbles roll across the sky
we say it’s thundering
and when the drops come pelting down
cats and dogs are raining.
Somewhere there is a puppy pond
about to overflow;
and somewhere kittens frolicking
till they have time to grow.
When there has been a thunderstorm
and then a rainbow’s glow
the thunder-marbles all roll down
as fast as they can go.
Rain-kittens and puddle-puppies
are there to sort the best.
The kittens gather up cat’s-eyes;
the puppies all the rest.
If we could find that marble hoard
now wouldn’t that be grand?
I bet there’d be so many there
they’d blanket all the land.
Someday when you are old enough
we’ll plan a trip to see,
to collect those rain-fresh marbles;
most for you, some for me.