Rainy Thursday!
“It’s Raining Daffodils”
I wanted to share this poem with you all today. The rain from last night and all the spring flowers are what brought it to my mind. It is by Robert Loveman who lived in Dalton, Georgia.
The Rain Song
It isn’t raining rain to me,
It’s raining daffodils;
In every dimpled drop I see
Wild flowers on the hill.
The clouds of grey engulf the day
And overwhelm the town;
It isn’t raining rain to me,
It’s raining roses down.
It isn’t raining rain to me,
But fields of clover bloom,
Where any a buccaneering bee
May find a bed and room.
A health unto the happy
A fig for him who frets.
It isn’t raining rain to me,
It’s raining violets.
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Haven's Ideals by Haven Caylor-Brown 
I remember that poem from elementary school!
Anne, I hope the rainbow and the field of yellow flowers brighten up your day. Prayers for comfort during this grieving time. Haven, Ammon, Carter, & Sean