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.