This poem seems a fitting one to welcome April itself.
RAINBOW
A dappled frog croaks
a prayer for rain. Rain falls.
We set out walking in the afternoon
with small provisions and light waterproofs
in sturdy boots because the ground was rough.
We climbed uphill, below we saw red roofs,
and stopped to eat when it was opportune,
then off again when we had had enough.
As we walked on, the rain was left behind:
a rainbow spread before us like an arc.
The day grew bright, I felt my spirits rise.
the air was charged by some elusive spark.
We clung together, fingers intertwined.
The world seemed new. We viewed it with surprise.
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