This April Early Sunday Rain

 

This April early Sunday rain

Like a friendly shadow on my brain

Shall not dampen nor can it shade

The steps the steps that we’ve all made

 

The ghosts the ghosts they try to hover

Over this rain that lends them cover

This grey this grey an opening scene

That fades into new shades of green

 

This play this play has room to grow

With acts of triumph to steal the show

Behind this rain a world not shown

Of light and peace and joy unknown

 

This April early Sunday rain

Where ghosts appear but can’t remain

This rain this rain can’t wash away

Each step we take to write the play

 

 

                               s. paul (April 2021)