The rain falls ever harder on my window,
obscuring the incandescence of the April flowers.
I wonder, when will it stop, the rain?
When will I be able to see the beauty, hidden of nature's own accord?
The rain falls ever harder on my window.
I fear it may never stop.
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The rain falls ever harder on my window,
obscuring the incandescence of the April flowers.
I wonder, when will it stop, the rain?
When will I be able to see the beauty, hidden of nature's own accord?
The rain falls ever harder on my window.
I fear it may never stop.