Shayari Bazar

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 awayWe need you for flowrs in May;Drip, drip, drop and do not stop,Send a little rain our way.