Crystal Chown (09/14/1986 / Toronto)
I was walking through the woodlands and then it started to rain.
It is in the end of April.
The rain starts falling.
I thank God for given us the rain for plants.
God answer my pray.
The sun is shining down on me, but it is still rain.
I started to walk to my house, and step into my garden and notion that the flowers are coming up.
Every time a rain dropp fall, I cry.
I can feel the rain before it fall.
I know when the lord is going be send us the rain.
The April shower fall again.
It is passed midnight, and the April showers are still fall.
I can hear the rain fall, and it is beautiful sound.
I tended to my garden while the April Showers are falling.
I go into my house, and make some tea, and sit down watching the April showers fall.
I noticed the weather is changing into a storm.
The April Showers has turned into violent storm, I ask God to protect my beautiful garden from harm.
This violent storm will not harm my beautiful garden.
Night has passed morning is here.
The storm is done.
The rain stops falling.
I step outside, the mud is every where.
My flowers in my garden are blossoming thanks to God and Mother Nature that given us the April Showers.
The sun is shining down on my beautiful garden.
It is in this middle of the day, and the April Showers was falling again.
I look up in the sky, and I see a beautiful rainbow.
Now I know it is the end of April.
The April Showers has ended.
It is May now.
The trees are blossoming now.
The grass is green.
The weather is warming up.
I go outside to tend to my garden once again, and I felt a rain dropp touch my skin.
I run into the house once again before a raindropp touches the ground.
The April Showers doesn’t end.
This is the April Showers.
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