anxious / april showers / may flowers

          



thoughts a mile a minute and no time to rest, no time to rest, no time to rest.
the flowers are blooming and april showers spilling
and my mind is spinning;
does it ever stop?
flowers, please, teach me how to be
at ease during the storm, how to soak up the rain
even when it's uncalled for; can you teach me how to dance
gracefully in the hurricane, bend gently at the touch of hail, and still
come out the other side looking like a painting deserving an art museum wall?
i want to know your secrets, because breaking every time a little drizzle comes around
is exhausting.