WHEN I woke up and saw the rain In blurs upon the window-pane, I said I hated such a day, Because I couldn't run and play, Out in the sunshine and the grass. It's queer how such a day can pass So soon, before you know it 'most, And while I eat my milk and toast, Before I go to bed, I think I've never had a day so pink. Without the sun to make the shine, This whole day long has been just mine And Mother's, in the fireplace glow.— Because it rained, it made it so. Girl being read to by her mother Copyright, 1908, by Duffield and Co. Row of medicine bottles and boxes
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