Tuesday, April 14, 2015


~ Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894)

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

1 comment :

  1. I remember that one----------hadn't thought of it in years (like maybe 50)


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