The man who follows the crowd will usually get no further than the crowd. The man who walks alone is likely to find himself in places no one has ever been.

Monday, January 18, 2010

Fun In The Rain

Fun In The Rain

Rain, rain, rain
Rain, rain, rain
Dribble, dribble, sploosh!
Dribble, dribble, sploosh!
Grab your boots, your coat, and hat,
Jump in a puddle and go kersplat!
Stomp about and become a drowned rat,
Rain, rain, rain
Rain, rain, rain

Poem by Aleksandra Lachut

A rainy morning, time to feed the horses their breakfast.


My new-to-me rain boots. Love the hearts.


Ike.


It's raining...

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