By Josie Whitehead
When the rain comes down, the sun goes in.
Oh it’s April, don’t you know?
The cold wind blows with a cheeky grin
As the seedlings strive to grow.
The rain pours down as the sunshine hides.
It’s an April game for sure.
Then the wind comes back when the sun’s inside
For the weather’s so unsure.
It’s two steps forward and one step back;
Hot sun then wind that’s cool.
Now the rain comes forward to attack
Yes they’re playing April Fool.
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