~It's Raining! its raining!....
Oh how I love the smell of rain...
The freshness, the alive feeling of rain..
Watch all the flowers turn their heads...
For a drink to quinch their thirst...
And to take a quick bath...
It's Raining! its raining!...
Everything is so fresh and new...
Will you come out and enjoy the rain?
Or will you hide and stay dry?
Come..sit with me and watch the rain...
Sit with me and let us talk...
Sit with me and let us dream...
It's Raining! its raining!~
Petals like soft velvet to the touch
WIth dew that glistens when it rains so much
Blooms with the yellow, morning sun
That shines so freely on everyone
A garden, blooming upon the arrival of
spring
Showers its love upon everything
A rose of peace, whose beauty has power
To seep into man every minute, every hour
What can a lovely, red rose do
But to represent my love for you.~
~The fairies have been busy while you
slept;
They have been laughing where the sad rain
wept,
They have taught Beauty to the ignorant
flowers,
Set tasks of hope to weary wind-torn bowers,
And heard the lessons learned in school-rooms
cold
By seedling snapdragon and marigold.
At dawn, while still you slept, I grew aware
How good the fairies are, how many and fair.~
The next two pages are of the adventure of a
little mouse Capt.Cutlass who was introduce
in my other site Grandmothers Dreams. He
would like for you to come and visit him.
Shhhh!!..Please bring some cheese, for I
truely love cheese.....ThankYou...CaptCutlass