When all the winter winds have faltered,
  and the days reclaim the light;
when all the fields are fully flowered,
  and the woods thick with greeny weight;
when the sun is warm against the skin,
  and the air friendly again;
when the birds begin their mating din,
  and life seeks to life attain;
when hope in the heart begins to reign
  and the cold, dank mood is purged -
Then I'll go out to hear the rain
pattering in the wettened lane,
  after the chills of March have ended.

Featured image: ‘Auvers in the Rain,’ by Vincent van Gogh (1890), image in the public domain.

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