The day begins all sunny and bright; br It fills a young heart entirely with delight. br Then, suddenly the sky turns dark, br Like a horror movie during the approach of a killer shark. br br Clouds turn from that cottony white br TO a dark grey that is as black as night. br Next, that smell pollutes the air, br That smell that only comes this often one month a year. br br The scent of damp leaves creeps nearer and nearer br The smell of a major rainfall now becomes clearer. br The air pressure begins to fall; br I feel like I am carrying, on my shoulders, the entire shopping mall. br br Now, as I stand outside in only my new sundress br I realize that I have left my arms vulnerable for goose bumps to caress. br I can hear the wind howl all around, br Sounding like a livid cat shrieking at a hound. br br I flee to my house as that soft pitter patter begins to fall br Then grows to the great Civil War, refusing to stop at all. br I feel my cheery mood begin to disperse br From happy-go-lucky to something much worse. br br Outside, the only thing I can hear is drip drop, drip drop. br Inside my heart, the only thing I can feel is flip flop, flip flop. br I try to play a game, then read an old novel br But, to my dismay, the only thing I want to do is find Mother Nature and grovel. br br Finally, when I begin to loose hope of reaching the end, br Mother Nature decides to send a glow from around the bend. br I can see the gentle breeze blow the storm clouds away br And throw the reins on the rain to hold it at bay. br br When I look outside, the sun begins to shine br And I look in that garden that I call mine. br From the ground peaks a little button of green br And I know that May’s breathtaking violet crocuses will soon be seen.