Dissipated Is The Spring's Storm

Dissipated is the spring's storm never anticipated, the expectation of calmness remains far-fetched. No violet cloud wants to fade from the brilliant sky that fought a fierce storm over a valley so lovely: the glaring sunlight persists as my wonderment increases; stranded puppies seek their mother lost from their memory! Would the rosiest girl's cheeks drip with the coldest tears from a balcony that was festive, if gone were all her lilies? It's worrisome to hang on anxiety or doubt, and Adeline asks herself a similar question: she loved lively spring and its mirthful sounds, adorning each corner of the house with scented flowers! Will a pretty rainbow appear over the shimmering horizon? That would be a sign of hope, a relief from distraught! Boys run out to play baseball in the nearby semi-wet field, grandma sits on the porch and starts knitting a blanket: it's a self-gift to keep her feet warm from the windows draft; there's a spying glance in her alertness with lips unsealed! When storms dissipate from any sky, put on the happiest smile, whether or not that vivid rainbow appears to make moods bright; many more storms will come, it's a pause from a possible plight: be ready to battle them without dread, show defiance and guile!!