Spring showers, is that you?
Taping on my roof,
Do you fill the ground with water and mud
for flowers to have a home when morning comes?
Will you kiss the trees,
to give them leaves?
sprinkle the earth
and splash the dirt?
Will you sweep away the winter days
With rays of sun and showers of rain?
Leave those cold memories behind,
For dreams of summer sunshine?
Then after your time is done
and your rain is all gone,
the flowers will bloom,
and the sky will be blue,
grasses will be greener,
and air sweeter.
But until then your clouds fill the skies,
and on the ground your water does lie
For now all is gray,
but soon will be gay, for spring is on it’s way!