Farewell to April

Approaching Storm

Up from the pavement comes an acrid smell

While moisture rides in ev’ry drop of air

And the approaching, monstrous clouds do tell

About the torrent that will soon be there.

Now all is silent ’ere the coming rain

And absent winds have stilled the waiting land

The grasses in the meadow and the plain

Lie still under the storm’s gigantic hand.

Ev’ry creature lies waiting for the storm

While sunlight fades as clouds block sky away

Then raindrops fall in ev’ry shape and form

And lightning tangles with the trees in play.

Then all at once the rain stops suddenly

And left is a world fresh as sparkling sea.

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Happy May!

Thanks for listening,

Maggs