April's showers came in May,
To wash away the heat
Of the previous day.

It was blistering hot,
There was much complaining,
"Oh, I like this not!"

Here are the April showers,
Cooling down the air
And feeding the Mayflowers.

There is much complaining still,
"Oh no, I'm getting wet!"
Don't cry over the clouds that spill.

I am content, burned much by the sun.
And these showers aren't bad,
They haven't dampened my fun.

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