Little wrens take shelter under the eaves,

While the rain drizzles and taps the roof.

The air fills with freshness from new leaves,

While a crisp breeze makes us aloof.

Run out into the rain and start to dance,

Let the drops soak our hair and skin,

Let’s get lost in our own romance,

Let’s be children unaware of original sin.

Let’s bloom again into beautiful flowers,

All the while enjoying spring showers.

April 26, 2022 – DRM