April Poem

April weeps in whispered streams

Soaking roots and waking dreams

Clouds roll in, then drift away

A lesson wrapped in silver-grey

Each drop that falls upon the land

Reminds us storms are never planned

They come unasked, they move alone

And yet they feed the seeds we’ve sown

The rain may dampen skies and shoes,

Obscure the sun and stain our views,

But what we often fail to see

Is that growth booms in times like these

For buds don’t need just sunny days,

They need the showers and the haze

As flowers trust themselves to rise

Through mud and dirt towards the skies

So when those skies begin to cry,

Don’t curse the clouds and question why

Because the truth is, without showers

We would never see the flowers

And don’t despair and don’t dismay

When all those clouds are silver-grey

For there’s a place, a role for sorrow:

To help us grow towards tomorrow

*****

Becky Hemsley 2026

I wrote this as the April poem for my 2026 calendar.

Artwork by Mark R. Pugh