The welcome rain returns
As one expects in Spring.
And borne upon the wind
It fills the whole night long,
Soaking the land with delight.
Clouds loom over country ways,
A lone light shines
From a boat that's passing by.
And in the morning, bowers
Damply shine laden
With an abundance of flowers.
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