Rainy Day and Saturdays

The rain is raining all around,
It falls on field and tree,
It rains on the umbrellas here,
And on the ships at sea.              – Robert Louis Stevenson

Dad told me that he read a lot poems by Stevenson when he was a boy. Poems about shadows, and swings, and this one, about rain. I mention it today because it is raining.

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It is raining on horses and squirrels,
As well as the parched lawn and tree,
It rains on dad’s broken umbrella,
But worst it rains down on me!

So I stay inside most of the time.
2015I guess that I should appreciate the rain. After all, we need it, and it is much nicer to have the hills looking so lush and green.

And I like running and running, even if it is raining, but it can also be cold, and wet, and when I come inside I get dried off but I have to stay on my bed in my room until I am really dry and I can’t play and jump and …aaa

You get the picture.

I wish it was summer.  Nice and warm, and dry …

When is summer coming, dad?  Huh?

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