Spring Rain by Marchette Chute The storm came up so very quick It couldn't have

milder days remind us all, Spring's coming by and by.

and play. He turns umbrellas inside out And blows men's hats away. He

calls the pussy willows And whispers in each ear, "Wake up you lazy little seeds, Don't you know that spring is here.

sow.
Here is my rake To rake the ground, Here is my

handy hoe.
Here is the big Round yellow sun, The sun warms everything. Here are the rain clouds In the sky, The birds will start to sing.
Little plants will Wake up soon, And lift their sleepy heads. Little plants will Grow and grow From their warm earth beds.

are up, the hedges broken down That fenced the haystack, and

the remnant shines Like some old antique fragment weathered brown. And where suns peep, in every sheltered place, The little early buttercups unfold A glittering star or two - till many trace The edges of the blackthorn clumps in gold. And then a little lamb bolts up behind The hill, and wags his tail to meet the yoe; And then another, sheltered from the wind, Lies all his length as dead - and lets me go Close by, and never stirs, but basking lies, With legs stretched out as though he could not rise.
John Clare

nor you; But when the leaves hang trembling The wind is passing

through.
Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I; But when the trees bow down their heads The wind is passing by.
Christina G. Rossetti

March
Never mind March, we know You're not really mad Or angry or bad. You're only blowing the winter away To get the world ready For April and May.

they fly, And with a windy April grace The little clouds go

by.
Yet the backyards are bare and brown With only one unchanging tree-- I could not be so sure of Spring Save that it sings in me.
by Sare Teasdale

April
April is a rainbow month, Of sudden springtime showers. Bright with golden daffodils and lots of pretty flowers.