Spring Rain (Acrostic) Poem by Taylor Dixon

Raindrops fall from grey, fluffy clouds
Again, and again they fall in fat, wet drops to the ground.
I believe that some rain is the tears of angels crying, but not today
Nonstop the rain falls, it sings the song of spring
Soon the sun will peek out of the clouds
The birds will begin to trill
Oh, the sweet melodies, a tune straight from the heart and soul
Rain water washes away the winter feel
My, oh my, spring is finally here.