The trees start to budding and life starts anew. The wakening flowers are covered in dew. When Winter's cruel powers are starting to wane. I wish that this time would remain.
Summer has children playing in the sunlight with hot, humid days and warm, somber nights. But still my heart longs for the year's first cool rain. I'll wait til the Spring comes again. In Autumn, we harvest all that we've worked for. A time when we're thankful and to put things in store. A time when we gather the barley and grain. Yet, I wish it were Spring once again.
Now Winter, is coldest where chilling winds blow. When the land is covered in glistening snow. But I'll sleep while frost is still whitening the plain and wake when the Spring comes again.
And now we have gone through the Year's pageantry. She goes through her courses in sublime majesty. But I think that Nature's most sweetest refrain is the sound of cool, clean Spring rain.