April Showers

Image by R.A.D. Stainforth

We step out softly to the night

our footfalls sharp upon the stone

the dampness chills us to the bone

we turn our collars to the bite.

Our voices break against the drone

of rhythmic rainfalls' steady beat,

we sidestep puddles in the street

while slowly making way through town.

Felt on the breeze, a tease of warmth

we hope will loosen winter’s grasp,

it calls the colors to unmask…

for in the showers, spring is born.

And walking village streets in rain,

we embrace the season’s change.

 ©  Ginny Brannan 2015

Sharing for Magpie Tales #263. Image provided by Tess Kincaid.