MondayMar 31, 2025
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April Rain It is not raining rain to me, Its raining daffodils; In every dimpled drop I see Wild flowers on the hills. The clouds of gray engulf the day And overwhelm the town; It is not raining rain to me, Its raining roses down. It is not 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 is not raining rain to me, Its raining violets.
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