Thunder
God's bowling alley
Lightning licking Earth’s most sensitive places
Striking a fire in a forest fumbling for new growth

The grass,
green with envy of winter's cold solitude
Last leaves crinkle brown under rubber tires
and fresh chlorophyll fills the air
In backyards around campfires
With children playing and laughing,
pale white skin with a touch of red
from warm Sun's rays

Ah Spring!
Nature's apology for long cold winter nights
and days trapped inside
snowbound
without an end in sight.

Come, spring!  
Give us your joy and your mirth
Bless us with flowers,
showers,
and a pretty, painted Earth!