It was enough that it stayed on the ground for a little bit. About one hour later, it was all gone, and now the sun is shinning by spells.
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The birds have come! They sing, they sing!
On greening boughs that sway and swing,
And over meadows winging,
Where late the winter's snow has lain,
Clear washed by April's warming rain;
And verdure fresh is springing!
Catherine J. Miller (Aunt Kate)
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