april rain

the soft, luscious grass, like the joy from a soft blanket on a cold night
sad clouds in the sky frowning down at us
mushrooms growing as fast as me
those devastated branches being eaten by the fungi
the rough bark on the trees helping us breathe
beautiful birds chirping in the morning sun like an alarm clock
lonely muddy puddles made up by the rain
moist leaves being crushed under my feet
the sad wildlife surviving weakly as we speak
the steam still rising from the early morning weather

the clouds' tears were like a bucket of raindrops falling from the sky
bees humming like a hummingbird
lions roaring as loud as thunder