New York City woke up to the gentle caress of spring showers--quite different from just a handful of days ago, when we were ripped out of our beds by winds “Howling through Streets and Woods”.I remember watching the storm half-slaughter my amaryllis and passiflora plants, and thinking, All right, señor Eliot, perhaps “April is the cruellest month” after all. But today is a new April day, and my plants and I are grateful for the rain.
rain be cleansing
tears, before the rainbows
photo by Basil Smith - on Unsplash
for Poets and Storytellers United (Writers’ Pantry #16: April prepares us for what’s to come ahead)