April Rain The rain on my window Strikes hard tonight, Runs down the pane And out of sight. The ground is soft And soaking wet- Tomorrow the crocus Will bloom, I bet. Tomorrow the crocus will bloom, Slender, purple, and white; The first flower of spring Will wake while I'm sleeping tonight.Birth sign: Sagittarius
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