April showers may be sweet
And bring May flowers, oh, so neat,
But hail has come with storms in June
That show no sign of ending soon,
And while we welcome water here
The creek-beds growing all too near
Give pause.
Despite the rain we need,
And hail we don't, we must proceed
About the business of the day.
At least, that is the thing to say.
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