You can always tell its April
By the sound of falling rain
That mystic, mournful music
As it trickles down the drain.
Were told we should be thankful
For the kiss of April showers
As it washes all the grass clean
And prepares the soil for flowers.
Theres another side to April
Which doesnt bode us good,
When that mini, manic maelstrom
Turns the lawn to liquid mud.
Submitted By: neha
In Category: April Fool
Added On: Monday, March 31, 2008