Rain - Poem by Robert Louis Stevenson

The rain is raining all around,
It falls on field and tree,
It rains on the umbrellas here,
And on the ships at sea.
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So nice poem...I like the poem......
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it is good and nice poem. (Report)Reply

I like this poem (Report)Reply

Good story (Report)Reply

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He was a cousin of my great grandfather i am blessed to lovw to write also (Report)Reply

Rain is a tips of heart
become tears on the cloudy sky of heart (Report)Reply

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I'ke the poem and also didn't like (Report)Reply

So beautiful (Report)Reply

Give rain sing (Report)Reply

Not so nice (Report)Reply

No partiality for the rain, it drenches everything in the word... so humanity to do the same. (Report)Reply

The poem is deceptively simple. It addresses grace and interconnectedness. Rain connects us to those far at sea. Rain gives life to tree and grass and to us. (Report)Reply

This lovely poem, even in its simplicity, brings all the excitement that the rains are all about. The joy of reading this poem made me translate it into Hindi. (Report)Reply

If read for enjoyment it is simple about rain..raining...if it is pain then ? (Report)Reply

Rain a nice poetry felt. (Report)Reply

Very minimalistic. Hardly worth bringing an umbrella. (Report)Reply

Pitter patter, pitter patter
Drumming on roofs and streets
Oh, what a wonderful music
That is so welcome and so sweet..............

I welcome all ye poets reading this to my page toooooooo........................... (Report)Reply