In the Midst of April's Showers

Are you tired of watching the rain, Jane?
Are you weary of trying to wait out the gloom,
In your room, your tomb? I know that I am.
I would like you to come with me. That's why
I've called. I can have my car there on your
Driveway in minutes, and, in it, I've put
Happy music that I'll play, and we can go
Lurching toward Tarrytown. We will be
Searching for something, for sun, not this
Rain. Are you with me Jane? If you come
Then I'm certain that we won't go searching
In vain.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-04-18 at 20:06

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