Robert Loveman - April Rain It is not raining rain to me, It's raining daffodils; In every d

April Rain It is not raining rain to me, It's raining daffodils; In every dimpled drop I see Wild flowers on the hills. The clouds of gray engulf the day And overwhelm the town; It is not raining rain to me, It's raining roses down. It is not raining rain to me, But fields of clover bloom, Where any buccaneering bee May find a bed and room. A health unto the happy! A fig for him who frets!- It is not raining rain to me, It's raining violets.

- Robert Loveman

source: Robert Loveman, “April Rain”

topic: Rain, Flower, Clouds, Clovers