It's another rainy Friday here. And it's time for more poetry.
by Robert Louis Stevenson
Of speckled eggs the birdie sings
And nests among the trees;
The sailor sings of ropes and things
In ships upon the seas.
The children sing in far Japan,
The children sing in Spain;
The organ with the organ man
Is singing in the rain.
Notice the line about rain? That's what made me choose the poem, even though there is no organ man singing in it (at least none I can see.)
The round up is at Two Writing Teachers today.