April Rain Song

the rain, it comes
down in so many ways
straight, slanted, hurried
or so slowly, lazily

it drizzles ever so slowly
- an old man trudging
through the lane -
throughout morn
until the pool is full

full, full, full with
my impatience to
visit nextdoor friend
for a round of noon football

rain April rain
it jumps in the garden
crystal upon crystal
to and fro
to and fro
down the big
yam leaves

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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