I love the tender April rain,
The fog on hills and trees,
New foliage comes again,
Stirred by the gentle breeze.
The forest floor is soft,
Sweet flowers scent the air,
My soul is raised aloft,
Without a single care.
Fresh leaves unfold in tender green,
A lovely, vibrant, hopeful scene.
The gardens breathe a sweet perfume,
Chasing away the winter gloom.
My heart with pleasure sings,
This feeling is so grand,
The joy that springtime brings,
Across the waking land.
I love the gentle April showers,
That wake the sleepy buds and flowers.
The fog hangs low on mountain heights,
And fills the woods with misty lights.
My happy heart begins to leap,
While promises the springtime keep.
Oh, may I live forever here,
To greet the spring rebirth each year!
I love the tender April rain
© Copyright: Любовь Седова 3, 2025
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