When springtime comes, as it does each year

dark clouds move on and skies will clear.

Sweet clover scents our home domain

The finch returns and across the plain

warblers sing and spread their cheer.


When winter lingers, dark and drear

our spirits sink and we cannot hear

hopeful words. We long for rain

when springtime comes.


The breezes turn and the atmosphere

grows fresh and warm, snowdrops appear.

When showers come we don’t complain–

we know that roses follow rain.

We set our course and persevere

when springtime comes.



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