"Here is a Shakespearean-style sonnet about spring rain and the flowers:
A Sonnet for Spring's Gentle Rain
When April's showers fall upon the land,
The thirsty earth drinks deep its nourishing grace.
New life awakens at this bounteous hand,
As flowers unfurl their petals to embrace.
The cleansing rain that gently wets the air.
Each drop a jewel, reflecting nature's light,
Bestowing gifts upon the blossoms fair,
That they may flourish in this verdant sight.
The flower, once but a bud, now opens wide,
Its vibrant hues a testament to spring.
The rain has been its faithful, loving guide,
Enabling it to bloom and sweetly sing.
O wondrous sight! This dance of rain and bloom,
A symphony that fills the world with joy and bloom."
The Canterbury Tales: General Prologue
BY GEOFFREY CHAUCER
Here bygynneth the Book of the tales of Caunterbury
Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote,
The droghte of March hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every veyne in swich licóur
Of which vertú engendred is the flour;
Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth
Inspired hath in every holt and heeth
The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne
Hath in the Ram his halfe cours y-ronne,
And smale foweles maken melodye,
That slepen al the nyght with open ye,
So priketh hem Natúre in hir corages,
Those words have no soul. Besides, flowers don’t sing.