Kiss In The Rain, A

One stormy morn I chanced to meet         A lassie in the town;     Her locks were like the ripened wheat,         Her laughing eyes were brown.     I watched her as she tripped along         Till madness filled my brain,     And then, and then, I know 'twas wrong,         I kissed her in the rain!     With rain-drops shining on her cheek,         Like dew-drops on a rose,     The little lassie strove to speak         My boldness to oppose;     She strove in vain, and quivering         Her fingers stole in mine;     And then the birds began to sing,         The sun began to shine.     Oh, let the clouds grow dark above,         My heart is light below;     'Tis always summer when we love,         However winds may blow;     And I'm as proud as any prince,         All honors I disdain:     She says I am her rain beau since         I kissed her in the rain.