Tribute to April, see ya next year.

April Showers                                                                                                                   

Storms often sing songs.

Listen, drums play and flutes sing.

Air is fresh and new.

Wishing Spring was here to stay . . .

                                                                                     

Season of Comfort 

Winter snatches her jewels to keep them safe;

but the icicles fall and shatter.

Spring chases her gloomy sister away;

flower buds poke out of the ground.

She spreads her joy with the renewal of sun and rain;

dew hangs to new flower petals, birds sing to the morning rays.

For a time everyone is happy and rejuvenated;

puffy springy clouds fill the clear blue sky.

The warm breeze dances and sings;

smile on every face.

Summer calls to spring, it's time to leave;

Flowers full in bloom, bursting with energy.

Spring's job is done.