Challenging Poetry

it isn't raining rain, you know

it's April shower-ing blossoms
of all varieties—daffodils
and dogwoods fading into
stronger flowers—azaleas,
tulips, crepe myrtle
and cherry, bluebells,
and the first glimpses
of anemones. the world is a puddle
of flowers, the air reeks
of flowers, the wind blows
another storm in stirring
pollen and petals in a thick
dance. to the southwest, clouds
gather, tall, dark, filled
with magnolias and irises, lilies
and peonies—all the flowers
to bloom in May.

April 29—Rain