Raindrops falling from the sky,
A symphony of pitter-patter,
Grey clouds looming up on high,
But soon they'll give way to chatter.
For though this day may seem so drear,
A sign of what has been and gone,
We know that spring is ever near,
A promise of a brand new dawn.
So let the rain drops fall and cleanse,
The world that we have come to know,
For soon enough, a new suspense,
As buds and blooms begin to grow.
And though the day may seem so grey,
A hint of what is yet to come,
A promise of a brighter day,
As springtime signs its welcome drum.
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