The old rain lady came tap, tap, tapping.
“Come in, old woman.” I cried
And ne’er a word but rap-a-rapping.
Her cane she briskly plied.
Rap-tap the water was drop-a-dropping
from off the rain lady nose to toes.
Tap-rap the cane was plop-a-plopping.
From my feather soft bed, I arose.
The shade came down swish-a swishing
and hid the rain lady’s face–
But still I heard the twish-a-twishing
rap-tap cane all over the place.
Ramona Acree Burnham was born in 1914. She wrote most of her poems as a young adult. She left a loving legacy of creativity for her daughters in an old leather book in which she also collected “great thoughts” from writers and philosophers from around the world.