 In the Rain by William Wetmore Story, read for LibriVox.org by Tony I stand in the cold gray weather, in the white and silvery rain The great trees huddled together and sway with the windy strain I dream of the purple glory of the rosy at mountain height And the sweet to remember story of a distant and clear delight The rain keeps constantly raining, and the sky is cold and gray And the wind in the trees keeps complaining that the summer has passed away But the gray and the cold are haunted by beauty akin to pain By a sense of a something wanted that will never come again End of poem, this recording is in the public domain In the Rain by William Wetmore Story, read for LibriVox.org by Dana I stand in the cold gray weather, in the white and silvery rain The great trees huddled together and sway with the windy strain I dream of the purple glory of the rosy at mountain height And the sweet to remember story of a distant and clear delight The rain keeps constantly raining, and the sky is cold and gray And the wind in the trees keeps complaining that the summer has passed away But the gray and the cold are haunted by beauty akin to pain By a sense of a something wanted that never will come again End of poem, this recording is in the public domain In the Rain by William Wetmore Story, read for LibriVox.org by David Lawrence I stand in the cold gray weather, in the white and silvery rain The great trees huddled together and sway in the windy strain I dream of the purple glory of the rosy at mountain height And the sweet to remember story of a distant and clear delight The rain keeps constantly raining, and the sky is cold and gray And the wind in the trees keeps complaining that the summer has passed away But the gray and the cold are haunted by beauty akin to pain By a sense of a something wanted that never will come again End of poem, this recording is in the public domain In the Rain by William Wetmore Story, read for LibriVox.org by Glenn Kirsten I stand in the cold gray weather, in the white and silvery rain The great trees huddled together and sway with the windy strain I dream of the purple glory of the rosy at mountain height And the sweet to remember story of a distant and clear delight The rain keeps constantly raining, and the sky is cold and gray And the wind in the trees keeps complaining that the summer has passed away But the gray and the cold are haunted by beauty akin to pain By a sense of a something wanted that never will come again End of poem, this recording is in the public domain In the Rain by William Wetmore Story, read for LibriVox.org by Heidi Park I stand in the cold gray weather, in the white and silvery rain The great trees huddled together and sway with the windy strain I dream of the purple glory of the rosy at mountain height And of the sweet to remember story of a distant and clear delight The rain keeps constantly raining, and the sky is cold and gray And the wind in the trees keeps complaining that the summer has passed away But the gray and the cold are haunted by a beauty akin to pain By a sense of a something wanted that will never come again End of poem, this recording is in the public domain In the Rain by William Wetmore Story, read for LibriVox.org by Chessie I stand in the cold gray weather, in the white and silvery rain The great trees huddled together and sway with the windy strain I dream of the purple glory of the rosy at mountain height And of the sweet to remember story of a distant and clear delight The rain keeps constantly raining, and the sky is cold and gray And the wind in the trees keeps complaining that the summer has passed away But the gray and the cold are haunted by a beauty akin to pain By a sense of a something wanted that never will come again End of poem, this recording is in the public domain In the Rain by William Wetmore Story, read for LibriVox.org by Chessie I stand in the cold gray weather, in the white and silvery rain The great trees huddled together and sway with the windy strain I dream of the purple glory of the rosy at mountain height And of the sweet to remember story of a distant and clear delight The rain keeps constantly raining, and the sky is cold and gray And the wind in the trees keeps complaining that summer has passed away But the gray and the cold are haunted by a beauty akin to pain By a sense of something wanted that never will come again End of poem, this recording is in the public domain In the Rain by William Wetmore Story, read for LibriVox.org by James O'Connor I stand in the cold gray weather, in the white and silvery rain The great trees huddled together and sway with the windy strain I dream of the purple glory of the rosy at mountain height And of the sweet to remember story of a distant and clear delight The rain keeps constantly raining, and the sky is cold and gray And the wind in the trees keeps complaining that summer has passed away But the gray and the cold are haunted by a beauty akin to pain By a sense of a something wanted that will never come again End of poem, this recording is in the public domain In the Rain by William Wetmore Story, read for LibriVox.org by Katie Riley December 2009 I stand in the cold gray weather, in the white and silvery rain The great trees huddled together and sway with the windy strain I dream of the purple glory of the rosy at mountain height And of the sweet to remember story of a distant and clear delight The rain keeps constantly raining, and the sky is cold and gray And the wind in the trees keeps complaining that summer has passed away But the gray and the cold are haunted by a beauty akin to pain By a sense of a something wanted that will never come again End of poem, this recording is in the public domain In the Rain by William Wetmore Story, read for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett I stand in the cold gray weather, in the white and silvery rain The great trees huddled together and sway with the windy strain I dream of the purple glory of the rosy at mountain height And the sweet to remember story of a distant and clear delight The rain keeps constantly raining, and the sky is cold and gray And the wind in the trees keeps complaining that summer has passed away But the gray and the cold are haunted by a beauty akin to pain By a sense of a something wanted that never will come again End of poem, this recording is in the public domain In the Rain by William Wetmore Story, read for LibriVox.org by Lucy Perry I stand in the cold gray weather, in the white and silvery rain The great trees huddled together and sway with the windy strain I dream of the purple glory of the rosy at mountain high And the sweet to remember story of a distant and clear delight The rain keeps constantly raining, and the sky is cold and gray And the wind in the trees keeps complaining that summer has passed away But the gray and the cold are haunted by a beauty akin to pain By a sense of a something wanted that never will come again End of poem, this recording is in the public domain In the Rain by William Wetmore Story, read for LibriVox.org by Mark Smith of Simpsonville, South Carolina I stand in the cold gray weather, in the white and silvery rain The great trees huddled together and sway with the windy strain I dream of the purple glory of the rosy at mountain high And the sweet to remember story of a distant and clear delight The rain keeps constantly raining, and the sky is cold and gray And the wind in the trees keeps complaining that summer has passed away But the gray and the cold are haunted by a beauty akin to pain By a sense of a something wanted that never will come again End of poem, this recording is in the public domain In the Rain by William Wetmore Story, read for LibriVox.org by Philip Griffiths I stand in the cold gray weather, in the white and silvery rain The great trees huddled together and sway with the windy strain I dream of the purple glory of the rosy at mountain high And the sweet to remember story of a distant and clear delight The rain keeps constantly raining, and the sky is cold and gray And the wind in the trees keeps complaining that summer has passed away But the gray and the cold are haunted by a beauty akin to pain By a sense of a something wanted that never will come again End of poem, this recording is in the public domain In the Rain by William Wetmore Story, read for LibriVox.org by Ruth Golding I stand in the cold gray weather, in the white and silvery rain The great trees huddled together and sway with the windy strain I dream of the purple glory of the rosy at mountain high And the sweet to remember story of a distant and clear delight The rain keeps constantly raining, and the sky is cold and gray And the wind in the trees keeps complaining that summer has passed away But the gray and the cold are haunted by a beauty akin to pain By a sense of a something wanted that never will come again End of poem, this recording is in the public domain In the Rain by William Wetmore Story, read for LibriVox.org by Raven Notation I stand in the cold gray weather, in the white and silvery rain The great trees huddled together and sway with the windy strain I dream of the purple glory of the rosy at mountain high And the sweet to remember story of a distant and clear delight The rain keeps constantly raining, and the sky is cold and gray And the wind in the trees keeps complaining that summer has passed away But the gray and the cold are haunted by a beauty akin to pain By a sense of a something wanted that will never come again End of poem, this recording is in the public domain In the Rain by William Wetmore Story, read for LibriVox.org by Secrets I stand in the cold gray weather, in the white and silvery rain The great trees huddled together and sway with the windy strain I dream of the purple glory of the rosy at mountain high And the sweet to remember story of a distant and clear delight The rain keeps constantly raining, and the sky is cold and gray And the wind in the trees keeps complaining that summer has passed away But the gray and the cold are haunted by a beauty akin to pain By a sense of a something wanted that never will come again End of poem, this recording is in the public domain In the Rain by William Wetmore Story, read for LibriVox.org by Sean Michael Hogan, St. John's, Newfoundland, Canada I stand in the cold gray weather, in the white and silvery rain The great trees huddled together and sway with the windy strain I dream of the purple glory of the rosy at mountain high And the sweet to remember story of a distant and clear delight The rain keeps constantly raining, and the sky is cold and gray And the wind in the trees keeps complaining that summer has passed away But the gray and the cold are haunted by a beauty akin to pain By a sense of a something wanted that never will come again End of poem, this recording is in the public domain