Thursday, March 31, 2016
I love the sound of rain on the roof. One of the great pleasures of having my bedroom on the third floor!
Those robins will be out in full force today: and I took a small pair of binoculars to the office just for the pleasure of some occasional birdwatching out my window (sure I'm too busy most of the time -- but nice to know they're there, right?)
"Though April showers may come my way
There'll soon be flowers that bloom in May . . . "
You'll know that one, but maybe not:
"Though clouds of grey surround the day
A fig to him who frets
It isn't raining rain to me
It's raining violets
It's raining, it's raining violets . . . "
And always, of course
"Robin in the rain, such a saucy fellow . . . "
You are spared the singing!! But you can imagine me splashing through the puddles in my red rubber ballerina flats!! Yes, of course I have a bright red umbrella too . . .