Sonnet For May Showers
The smatter and patter of May showers,
Falls on the remnants of April flowers;
Rivulets of design the soft rain weaves,
Running freely among March's fallen leaves.
Autumn is my favourite time of year,
It is neither summer nor winter here;
I know not which season's outfit to wear,
And my wool jumper is thrown over there.
Soon cold winter will arrive so bitter,
But in May we still see the sun glitter;
Green grass grows gathering under our feet,
And the scented air is balmy and sweet.
Oh May-time showers are gentle and fine,
Barely blocking beautiful May sunshine.
Copyright © Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer | Year Posted 2017
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