V-ile weather is left behind,
I-t vanishes into the Friday night;
A-pril fifteenth Saturday is setting things aright.
B-ad weather disappears,
A-fter the storm fades away;
L-et the beacon ascend,
L-et him brighten the day.
I-nclement clime is gone,
N-ew morn makes it better;
A-llow the sun to shine,
S-ay goodbye to vile weather.
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