Spoiler Alert: April Is Not Gentle

It was the sound of thunder, It is the sound of Spring, Storms spoiling April showers, Their friendly gesture to bring. Beach bare shoulders Too soon, postponed, Hopes of love erased by A single cell phone. Patience is so hard This deceiving time of year, But long hot summer is coming, Don’t you dare fear. There will be time enough for bikinis, Time enough to burn, Time enough to hope for Fall. Another year of romance spurned.