P-ouring rain waves farewell,
I-nclement clime turns fine;
A-n early morning light rises above the line.
M-ist March thirtieth
A-ims to say goodbye;
R-ugged wind Thursday
I-s slowly passing by.
N-ew day meets the sun, far from foggy Wednesday;
A-nother warmth welcomes you, taking the quiver away.
Y-our birthday has come,
A-fter the night cold chill;
P-leasant dawn has broken, pouring rain waves farewell.
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