These April showers
Will last for hours,
Days, weeks, until it is May,
And sweet petrichor
Leaves you wanting more…
Addicted ‘till the last day.



These flowers will bloom
In an empty room,
Fueled by the hope in the air;
A new beginning,
Children grinning,
Plenty of daylight to spare.

These days will be fair,
Making you aware
Of the life that surrounds you,
Like bright butterflies
That head for the skies…
So splendid, so vast, so blue.