It is not raining rain for me, br It's raining daffodils; br In every dimpled drop I see br Wild flowers on the hills. br br The clouds of gray engulf the day br And overwhelm the town; br It is not raining rain to me, br It's raining roses down. br br It is not raining rain to me, br But fields of clover bloom, br Where any buccaneering bee br Can find a bed and room. br br A health unto the happy, br A fig for him who frets! br It is not raining rain to me, br It's raining violets.