Here then is a lovely dampish poem by Aileen Fisher. I found the poem in one of the poetry books I had when I was a child: I See A Poem. Thank you Mom, for saving my best-beloved books.
When It Rains
When it rains,
when it rains,
the magpie complins,
the pathway
turns muddy and brown,
the horses look sad
but the meadow is glad
and puddles
jump up and down.
~ Aileen Fisher
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:: this post is part of the Friday Poetry roundup hosted by Check it Out.
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