The other day, I found this wonderful poem as I was reading to the girls from A.A. Milne's book, Now We Are Six, one of the books in his Winnie the Pooh collection. The name of the poem is "Waiting at the Window."

These are my two drops of rain
Waiting on the window-pain

I am waiting here to see
Which the winning one will be.

Both of them have different names.
One is John and one is James.

All the best and all the worst
Comes from which of them is first.

James has just begun to ooze.
He's the one I want to lose.

John is waiting to begin.
He's the one I want to win.

James is going slowly on.
Something sort of sticks to John.

John is moving off at last.
James is going pretty fast.

John is rushing down the pane.
James is going slow again.

James has met a sort of smear.
John is getting very near.

Is he going fast enough?
(James has found a piece of fluff.)

John has hurried quickly by.
(James was talking to a fly.)

Jon is there, and John has won!
Look! I told you! Here's the sun!

I thought this a great rainy-day poem - good for rainy spring day, like today. It reminded me of rainy days I spent as a child when I would sit by a window, bored, watching the raindrops run down the window. The simplicity of childhood!