April’s Crying

The sound of raindrops pang
As I ache for the sun.
Stop hiding!
Bring me the warmth you promised.
I observe the gray skies and falling rain
and green becomes my favorite color.
Dreaming in the psychedelic hues of summer
I cry…
Bring on the tropics, the turquoise seas;
Imaginary adventures…
Come out, come out wherever you are!