The restless spirits long to guide

April Showers

Now the skies have become like seas,
Nature's waking from beauty sleep,
Rains attack that beauty they feed,
Knocking petals of blossom free,
With a tempest born tide of change,
Gods send skies into disarray,
Of relief but tears just the same,
Smiles still shine with rationed sunrays,
Rain clouds block out the sun's glory,
Sating thirst ere she does her worst,
Making fertile mother nature,
And cleansing this corner of earth,
Drudgery in April showers,
Recovery enclosed by grey,
Balance shifts and buds soon flower,
Our pleasant lands regain colour.

January 19, 2020