Thoughts After An April Rain

Suprisingly,
not all
raindrops
falling
heavy
from April
skies
awaken
Springtime’s
sleeping flowers.

Surprisingly,
some seep
into bare
outstretched
branches,
or soak
into rotting
wood.

Surprisingly,
some words

spilled
in anger,
or sometimes
fear,

cause
the tender heart
to recoil,
and the deepest
love,
to decay.