Monday, March 16, 2015
It isn't raining rain for 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 isn't raining rain to me,~~~It's raining roses down.~~~~~~It isn't raining rain to me,~~~But fields of clover bloom,~~~Where any buccaneering bee~~~Can find a bed and room.~~~A health unto the happy,~~~A fig for him who frets!~~~It isn't raining rain to me,~~~It's raining violets.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Robert Loveman Even though it's only the middle of March today the temp was in the 70's and I felt that this poem was appropriate. I can't wait to see the daffodils, the roses and the clover blooming!!! And to see everything green again instead of brown. O Spring, come quickly.