April Rain
A Poem of Understanding Rain
rains of April are pitter-pattering buds on new limbs are tenderly dancing skies are gray clouds are full puddles are beckoning for just one jump inner child pleading keeps me from the dumps skies obey wonder full
~ p.j.gordon ©2021
This poem is short and sweet. I wrote it in 2021, probably in response to a quote I’d found or maybe one that popped into my head on a drizzly April morning.
Tell me, when you pass by a mud puddle, what’s your FIRST reaction? Not the one you’re supposed to think, the very first thing you think about?
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Special thanks to Jonny Masters of Poetry Playground for allowing poetry of all kinds to see the light of day (even the rainy ones.)





