When the rain comes down, the sun goes in.
      Oh it’s April, don’t you know?
The cold wind blows, with a cheeky grin,
     As the seedlings strive to grow.

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The rain pours down as the sunshine hides.
     It’s an April game for sure.
Then the wind comes back when the sun’s inside
     For the weather’s so unsure.

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It’s two steps forward and one step back;
     Hot sun then wind that’s cool.
Now the rain comes forward to attack.
     Yes - - they’re playing April Fool!

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