April's sweet shower, soothe march's drought
blends its mizzles, with mother Nature's whiff
and the warmth that west winds have brought
a sodden soppy swarm, then kisses every cliff
A young drizzle then pours around its mist
oozes every vein and springs the unborns
bathes those shoots, with swaggy tender wrist
Blazes Nature's beauty when monsoon adorns
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I would like to translate this poem
kisses every cliff, I like it.
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