THE RAIN is raining all around,
It falls on field and tree,
It rains on the umbrellas here,
And on the ships at sea.
Why do certain poems like Rain, by Bob Stevenson, stick in our brains and suddenly pop up when...well, when it’s raining cats and dogs?? I think it’s the rhythm. Read More
It falls on field and tree,
It rains on the umbrellas here,
And on the ships at sea.
Why do certain poems like Rain, by Bob Stevenson, stick in our brains and suddenly pop up when...well, when it’s raining cats and dogs?? I think it’s the rhythm. Read More