It’s raining The April showers Waited til May To sprinkle, to pour Down on us And the plants And the growing food I am full of joy And have simultaneous Trepidation of What is to come My edges, my sadness Surface at this time This Springtime I cannot explain it
The Healing Waters
The Healing Waters
The Healing Waters
It’s raining The April showers Waited til May To sprinkle, to pour Down on us And the plants And the growing food I am full of joy And have simultaneous Trepidation of What is to come My edges, my sadness Surface at this time This Springtime I cannot explain it