RAIN (Donegal) All day long The gray rain beating, On the bare hills Where the scant grass cannot cover, The gray rocks peeping Through the salt herbage All day long The young lambs bleating Stand for covering Where the scant grass is Under the gray wall, Or seeking softer shelter Under tattered fleeces Nuzzle the warm udders. All day long The little waves leaping Round the gray rocks By the brown tide borders, Round the black headlands Streaming with rain. -- Seumas O'Sullivan (born 1879)