It's a pretty month - May. One of my favourites. It doesn't always come up to our expectations but when it does it is one of the best. Sadly, spring is often swallowed up between winter and summer and barely happens. One minute we are frozen; the next minute, finally, it is summer. Not so this year. April has been how it should be - a glorious start to spring with a typical mix of April showers and blustery days, punctuated by warm sunshine. May promises to follow suit, although we are only at the beginning. Maybe we've had a touch too much rain for some, but with a shortage of rain these last two years, we can hardly complain, and there's plenty of sunshine too.
It is not often I celebrate the rain. But at this time of year there is a special kind of rain which drops softly down on our gardens, encouraging fresh, prolific new growth and bringing hope. Winter is over and, no matter what the weather may do, it will not return until next year. Balmy days are on the way. We can even enjoy the rain... especially in these days of drought!
Soft the rain is falling
Gentle on my garden
Sweetly gently falling
Bringing summer softness.
Gone the winter’s harshness
Melted now for summer
Memories of winter
Peaceful, flowing down.
Lilac brings forgetfulness
Like the pain of childbirth
Gently, gently borne
Into the soft and waiting earth.
Purple petals falling
Blossom drifting downward
Fragrance all around
Is scattered on the breeze.
Seasons bring new gifts;
Old ones are forgotten.
Bright the summer skies
As the rain falls gently down.
Healer of my winter times,
Time is flowing onward,
Mellows tones of harshness
Into softened shades of gold.
Like a gentle river
Time flows on unending
Bringing back perspective
And washing sorrows clean.
Come then gentle raindrops
Wash away my sorrows.
Bring your glistening rainbow
In the sunlight of new hope.
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