Unless a tree has borne blossoms in spring,
you will vainly look for fruit on it in autumn.
April rain is here again;
Hear it pitter, pitter, patter,
On the leaves and on the trees,
See it spitter, spitter, spatter.
Rain, oh rain, dont go away
We need you for flowrs in May;
Drip, drip, drop and do not stop,
Send a little rain our way.