Where are your beaming rays of sunshine?
Your budding flowers?
Your baby tree leaves?
When did "April Showers" become the rule
Rather than the exception?
I had hoped that gray skies were reserved for
But here they are again.
You tease me with sunshine
Trickling through my window early in the morning
And gone by afternoon.
You tempt me with blue skies on Sunday
Then rip my heart from my chest on Monday
With cold, damp clouds.
How about some spring?