Why don't we start the budding season with a piece of poem?

Spring Rain

by Jean J. Lee

 

It’s been raining for days,

Clearing all the haze.

Preparing the dormant grass braird.

My unkempt lawn doesn’t look impaired.

 

Are swallows hiding in the tree maze?

But they are not the ones to faze.

They are quietly practicing to be heard.

Looking up at the sky but not at all glared.

 

The first chirpy song arrives at my doorways.

Sweet tunes to my ears like a message it relays.

April rains bring May flowers truly cared.

Time to stretch and make your passions flared.