APRIL SHOWERS
It isn't raining rain to me,
It's raining daffodils;
In every dimpled drop I see
Wild flowers on the hill.
The clouds of grey engulf the day
And overwhelm the town...
It isn't raining rain to me,
It's raining roses down.
It isn't raining rain to me
But fields of clover bloom
Where any buccaneering bee
May find a bed and room.
A health unto the happy,
A fig for him who frets....
It isn't raining rain to me,
It's raining violets.
Robert Loveman
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THE RAIN
Rain on the green grass,
Rain on the tree,
Rain on the house-top
But not upon me!
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