The Spring sky beckons <br />Through clatter of hailstones spent <br />Thunderstorms are extensions of Heaven <br />Quenching the Earth-God's raindrops spent; <br />'Tis said that April showers are necessary <br />Alive in Springtimes hours... <br />Paving the way for Rainbows Arch <br />And the first bud of May flowers; <br />The clouds in clever syllables fade <br />As raindrops in a caravan disipate <br />Bountiful in design-this Garden O' mine <br />Arrival of Mays blossoms-never late! ;<br /><br />Theodora (Theo) Onken<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/never-late/
