There’s blithe relief now in the air,
For the sorrow of the drought’s gone.
It’s been so long since the snare
Drum of rain and the woodwinds blown

And the melodic tuba of
Thunder have been heard in these parts.
Aye, spring’s enjoyed not just for love,
Which gladdens and deceives the hearts

Of many a spry lad and lass
And creatures stung by love’s potions,
But moreso for the storms that pass—
The weather guides our emotions.