April Showers
A ghostly mist hangs in the air,
as greyish clouds morph into rain.
And spinning a web of despair,
a ghostly mist hangs in the air.
And till the day looks less threadbare,
Red Robins delay their refrain.
A ghostly mist hangs in the air,
as greyish clouds morph into rain.
Red Robins delay their refrain,
depressed by cold April showers.
Greeting foul weather with disdain,
Red Robins delay their refrain.
It's hard to accept constant rain,
despite the promise of flowers.
Red Robins delay their refrain,
depressed by cold April showers.
Despite the promise of flowers,
raindrops only launch paper dreams.
For it's been pelting down for hours;
despite the promise of flowers.
Over time, my happy mood sours,
but no one hears my silent screams.
Despite the promise of flowers,
raindrops only launch paper dreams.
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