Under The April Rain

on "spring" for Writer's Cramp--not exactly a villanelle

With passion, swirling under the April rain,
Its impulse dressed in a pastel brocade,
The earth’s awakening to entertain.

Aroused drops tango on the window pane,
To trees, tuneful gusts soar to serenade
With passion, swirling under the April rain.

Unveiling the hidden in even refrain,
So tints of pinks, greens, yellows can parade
With passion, swirling under the April rain.

Branches bend side to side; the stems restrain
Emerald-leaf emotions, custom-made
With passion, swirling under the April rain.

The sordid dirt, sage messages ordain,
For intricate rhythms to promenade
With passion, swirling under the April rain.

All has a purpose, nothing is in vain,
Spring favors a miracle’s cascade,
When blossoms go, aromas remain
With passion, swirling under the April rain.