Pitter Patter,
Raindrops splatter,
On the flowers in full bloom,
Birds are calling,
Rain is falling,
Sliding off a Blue-Jays Plume,
Lawns for mowing,
Plants are growing,
And as dark clouds begin to clear,
The Clouds receding,
And Sun succeeding,
Now you can see Summer is near.
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