The Spring Rains Come

The sky dons a heavy grey garment

over the cherry tree whose branches

hang there so gracefully.

A gown of pale pink blossoms

laden down into the water attracts

my eye for some time.

Suddenly, the showers come

dancing on the glassy surface.

The little gold fish come to the top

playfully popping the bubbles

and to see the hand of God.

The leaves on the trees are like newly

polished baby emeralds heralding spring.

The verdant grass sparkles with new life

and the robins wait patiently

for the fruit of the earth while

their little vertebrates squawk loudly.

All the while the heavy spring rains

make their debut.

The Web Projects of Sondra Ball and Mario Cavallini