The fabled “April Showers” are here. My job takes me outside frequently. They could have held off a couple of days.
On The Capriciousness of Spring
It’s April now, the rains come down,
To soak me to the bone.
The rains so constant, they could wear,
A hole into a stone.
The snows are done for now at least,
With rains to take their place.
The wind blows rain into my eyes,
Then whips it from my face.
It’s not so bad I tell myself,
And hunch before the blow.
I’m drenched and cold and miserable,
Cheer up, it could be snow.
The Sun will shine again I’m sure,
Just not quite certain when.
All I can do is drip and curse,
And slog on until then.
Cheers, Winston
p.s.
Look the rain has fin’lly stopped.
As the mercury has dropped.
Quickly my despair is growing.
As I write it’s started snowing.
W.
Brain Bits To Go 