2.4.12

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April Rain

It isn't raining rain to me,
   It's 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 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