When my kids were little, one of my favorite books to share with them was My Very First Mother Goose, edited by Iona Opie and illustrated by Rosemary Wells. One of the rhymes that sticks comes back to me today, as it did the day I attended the funeral of one of our day care children’s aunties early this summer. Today the rain comes down outside. It is a gray and leafless November day, after a long and glorious colorful fall, and I am on my own on the third floor trying my best to get back on track for NaNoWriMo, where I have fallen very far behind, if not hopelessly so, in writing 50,000 words by November 30th. The rain on the rooftop is just right for my quiet day, and so is the rhyme. Hope you enjoy it.

Rain on the rooftops,

Rain on the trees,

Rain on the green grass,

But not on me!