A child is playing alone in the garden when a quick little rain shower arrives, so she crawls under a snowball bush for shelter. From that cozy hiding spot, she pays close attention to small, vivid things: heavy drops hitting the ground, little puffs of dust flying up, a nearly featherless chicken shutting its eyes and shivering, and a red-and-brown ladybug waiting on a stem. The rain keeps dripping from the bush even after the shower fades, and one large drop slides down onto her hair. The speaker feels safe, curious, and quietly delighted rather than frightened or bored. The mood is intimate and gently playful—the kind of childhood wonder that turns a sudden rain shower into a secret, close-up adventure.
Little Rain — Summary
When I was making myself a game Up in the garden, a little rain came.
It fell down quick in a sort of rush, And I crawled back under the snowball bush.
I could hear the big drops hit the ground And see little puddles of dust fly round.
A chicken came till the rain was gone; He had just a very few feathers on.
He shivered a little under his skin, And then he shut his eyeballs in.
Even after the rain had begun to hush It kept on raining up in the bush.
One big flat drop came sliding down, And a ladybug that was red and brown
Was up on a little stem waiting there, And I got some rain in my hair.