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...
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