April Showers

My good friend, Chris Snow-Warren, penned this verse after seeing me in the rain, calling Brendan and Orton in from the garden. I thought I'd share it with you.

 

April Showers

The showers came, that April morn

yet none complained, none felt forlorn

in Mellowdene, where I was born,

for that is not our way.

And even when the minutes passed

an hour or more, sky overcast,

we knew the showers would, at last,

pass by; they wouldn't stay.

The weeks of warm spring skies had blessed

us with bright days, then from the west

the clouds edged in to say "a rest

is well earned by the sun,

and whilst we're here, it's time, we think,

to give the plants down there a drink."

We barely had the time to blink!

I guessed that some might run!

Yet through a window on that day

I didn't see that old cliché

for two young boys were hard at play -

to rain, they paid no heed,

For one, by habit, was well cloaked,

the other cared not he was soaked;

they splashed and skipped about and joked;

a joy to see, indeed.

A mother's voice that says, "Be told!
We don't want them to catch a cold,"
can cause a vision to behold:
Shiny, blue and wet.
The sight of friend and workmate Jack
Resplendent in a plastic mac -
I wrote this verse to give him flack
so he will not forget!

In my mind's eye I tend to see

The Keystone Critters off TV

(my brother once invited me

to watch this vintage show).

The children will begin to chat

on seeing Jackson in that hat -

Let April show us joy in that,

and let the laughter flow!

Christian Snow-Warren 

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