A-fter the storm is gone,
I-nclement clime turns fine;
R-ising sun fourth of March
A-ims to brightly shine.
E-arly morn has broken,
V-ile weather turns good;
A-ll clouds like to make
S-aturday sky in happy mood.
C-old chill and raindrops are both brought to oblivion;
O-nce the twilight fades, here comes the new dawn.
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