The roofs are shining from the rain,
The sparrows twitter as they fly,
And with a windy April grace
The little clouds go by.
Yet the back yards are bare and brown
With only one unchanging tree—
I could not be so sure of Spring
Save that it sings in me.
— Sara Teasdale

What sings in your mind this morning?
Blog lines are officially open, this rainy April morn.