End March Rain

I wore the old cardigan
it has started to snow ,
Now I see the April
sun starting to approach ,
and I see a guest arriving
at my door ,
I saw the black clouds
in the sky I saw blaring
storm ,
As a lover of snow ,
It gives me endless
hope ,
It gives me the moment
joy and endless pain ,
Nothing gives hopes
like End March Rain.

It rained ,
I saw around the lush
greenry ,
It was nothing like
snow it it never
promised it serenely,
It hide the sun before
working hours and
stole the afterglow ,
It promised me only
of the rainbow ,
It never promised
me smell of snow ,
It did promised me
petrichor ,
Maybe I will have
warm feeling gazing out
of the window in my
quilt ,
It says it will bring life
to the wilt , As lover of snow ,
I knew I was running
insane ,
Nothing gives hope like
End March Rain.

Untrustworthy , it turned
to be behind the thick fog ,
It was it’s game it was
all hoax ,
It rained but it shredded
roots of wilt ,
As lover of snow I trusted
it now I have unforgiven guilt ,
It brought muddy footsteps
on the ground ,
Closing the window was
other way around ,
Only few lines of thunderlights
but it stole the afterglow ,
It was never weather so
it will be sunny tomorrow
it was all beautiful Illusion ,
As lover of snow ,
It saw me needy it saw
me vulnerable ,
So that’s why I was it was
moment of joy and endless
pain ,
Some people are like End
March Rain.

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