There's a raindrop dance till the sky turns blue And the sun plays hide-and-seek with you. The wind speaks ever and ever so loud, Puddles are mirrors for tree and cloud. Colored marbles appear once more And children go skipping from door to door. I see that nobody's hair is neat, As I chase my hat along the street.
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- by Violet Balestreri Archer (1913 - 2000), "April weather", copyright © 1976 [voice and piano], Waterloo, Waterloo Music [text verified 1 time]
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