Excerpt from William Wordsworth's 'Resolution and Independence'

There was a roaring in the wind all night;

The rain came heavily and fell in floods;

But now the sun is rising calm and bright;

The birds are singing in the distant woods;

Over his own sweet voice the Stock-dove broods;

The Jay makes answer as the Magpie chatters;

And all the air is filled with pleasant noise of waters.

All things that love the sun are out of doors;

The sky rejoices in the morning's birth;

The grass is bright with rain-drops;—on the moors

The hare is running races in her mirth;

And with her feet she from the plashy earth

Raises a mist, that, glittering in the sun,

Runs with her all the way, wherever she doth run.

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Via Sally - Thanks Sally! 

Full poem can be found here

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Yes I've had a bit of an internal debate over whether this could count, it being a pretty sad song, but have concluded that 1/ Its not the rain's fault, and 2/ If anything, the implication is that walking in the rain is a more romantic thing to do with someone than walking in non-rain. :) works for me....