It’s cold again this morning. Rain last night and clouds today, but the maple tree’s leaves are larger, the grass is greener, and the pansies have smiles on their faces. Here’s a spring poem to keep in your heart when actual spring seems far away.
A Sudden Shower
by Blanche Day Manos
There’s a scurry in the garden, there’s a rustle through the plants,
There’s a scamper, scoot, and scuttle made by bustling bugs and ants.
The mushroom’s an umbrella for a lovely butterfly,
And the pumpkin vine’s a shelter for a cricket hopping by.
Then a rush of racing raindrops patter, splatter in the grasses
While the hidden garden dwellers rest until the shower passes.
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