April
April's showers brings May's flowers,
Rain thudding down the window.
The storm will bring colour and joy,
Rain pattering on the ceiling.
When the rain thuds down the window,
Its hard to belive it's spring.
When the rain patters on the ceiling,
It's hard to remember colour.
When storms come and go,
Spring seems to die.
April is a spring month,
But all seems like winter.
Copyright © Laura Bucknall | Year Posted 2016
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