by Robert Louis Stevenson
The rain is falling all around,
It falls on field and tree,
It rains on the umbrellas here,
And on the ships at sea.
A Sunshiny Shower
A sunshiny shower
Won’t last half n hour
The rain was like a little mouse,
Quiet, small, and gray,
It pattered all around the house
And then it went away.
It did not come, I understand,
Indoors at all, until,
It found an open window and
Left tracks across the sill.
- Elizabeth Coatsworth (1893-1986).
The Water Cycle
When I was young, I used to think,
That water came from the kitchen sink.
But now I'm older, and I know,
That water comes from rain and snow.
It stays there, waiting in the sky,
In clouds above our world so high.
And when it falls, it flows along,
And splashes out a watery song,
As each raindrop is joined by more
And rushes to the ocean shore,
Or to a lake, a brook, a stream,
From which it rises, just like steam.
But while it's down here what do you think?
Some DOES go to the kitchen sink!
- Helen H. Moore (1921-2005)