Above, the sky with clouds is dark,
All Nature weeps as if in pain,
But through the darkness and the gloom
We hear the robin in the rain.

Tho’ in the clouds there is no rift,
And sends the sun its rays in vain,
Tho’ Nature’s face with tears is wet,
Still sings the robin in the rain.

Cheer up! Cheer up! his song he flings
To hearts, whereon the hand of pain
Lies heavy, that they too might join
The strain he’s singing in the rain.

Take courage, heart of mine, and trust;
Tho’ dark the clouds, be strong and sane,
And through life’s beating, blinding storms,
Sing, like the robin in the rain.

         –Helen B. Anderson