April Showers Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The rain falls down, a silver gray,
It's April now, day by day.
It seems a gloom, a somber sight,
But hides a promise, pure and bright

Sweet April showers, they softly weep,
To wake the flowers from their sleep.
The bulbs below, they drink it in,
A verdant life about to begin.

May will come, a sunny hue,
With tulips red and yellow new.
The rain is worth it, every drop,
To see the garden bloom and pop.

So I might plant a seed or two,
Or watch the rain from a window view.
Embrace the wet, the sun, the bloom,
And chase away the winter gloom.