Today's Beautiful Gem: `April Rain' by Robert Loveman.

"It isn't raining rain to 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."

Om s'aantih: Peace! - J. K. Mohana Rao

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