Vernal Showers

The vernal showers- so sublime, divine, Pattering on enticing eglantine, Resounding refrain, the thunders sing, The spectral arcs smearing spirit of spring, Drenched in that shower from welkin’s soul, Marigolds and tulips dance enthralled. I hear them drizzle on the grassy green, Their song like a lullaby my senses reign, My silent rendezvous with these drops blissful, Exuding ecstasy within wistful, That I be intrepid to wonder in awe- “What be these drops that stir my soul?” They be showers of blessings from a celestial mind, To cleanse the peccadilloes of human kind. Or they be drops from plaintive eyes, lamenting- “What man has made of man.”