RAIN

    RAIN  by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON

THE RAIN IS FALLING ALL AROUND

IT FALLS ON FIELD AND TREE

IT FALLS ON UMBRELLAS HERE

AND ON SHIPS AT SEA.

We had a book of his poetry when my children were small.  Amy loved the poems.  I loved reading to all of them as they grew.  So important and such a pleasure to sit with little bodies close and still.  Memories.  How they warm me now.  As I was writing, the sun  came out.  Don't recall a poem about the sun.  Do you? I have attempted to write poems for some time, but lately I seem to have lost my creativity  Wonder why?

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