April rain, the harbinger of May's storms,
Whispers again to the awakening earth—
It's time to take Spring seriously,
As catkins silver on the alder trees.

Look, snowdrops are already blooming,
Dare to color your dress more boldly
With patterns of early flowers here and there,
With silks of greening fields.

And though sometimes departing Winter,
Looking back, sighs sorrowfully—
A swirl of belated snowflakes
Will fall merely as life-giving moisture,
And again the warm rays of the sun,

And the forest rings with birds' voices,
And the rivers with their floodwaters, and the rooks,
And in the blue sky, flocks of clouds.

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 ©Tatiana Ershova