Flowers, too, need showers.
It’s nearly April now.
And all of them are thirsty.
(I spoke to some just now.)
They said to be so happy.
I always am when rain
Comes to feed the flowers
It’s like my favorite day.
I want them all to thrive.
Be happy as they make me—
I love you little flowers.
I never will forsake thee.
Musings of the Mad 
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