March hath broke
In early morn awoke
The drops of rain
Descend down below
Come Spring in March
With thy monsooned rain
Wash away these former days
And cleanse the ground in praise
Rain down upon the earth
And with it new life in birth
Now sing of Spring
Blossoming in thy glorious green
Yea come sing of Spring
And wash away
Thy Wintered waste
Come now ye showers of rain
And wash, yes wash
Us in thy delicious drink
-Joshua Lee Foist
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