A month from Summer’s first days,
and it plays on my sensibilities
(or stirs my senility into a thought
profound that will confound if I let it).
But May flowers are in need
of what ominous skies offer.
More temperate that I’m used to,
but I choose to suck it up in lieu
of stuff that makes our winters legend
It begins to rain, loping drops
that stop on occasion to allow you to raise
an eye to the sky in praise of lovely Spring days.