April rains are shod with silver Quick and flashing when they fall In a tempo gay and dashing, Like mad dancers at a ball. April rains are wild and wanton, Flinging all their riches down With a reckless, bright abandon, Like a spendthrift girl in town. April rains are silver-skirted, Wrapped in filmy veils of mist, Like the fragile harem beauties That the sun has never kissed. Silver-slippered rains of April, Where you dance, the grasses creep, And your whirling, tripping revels Wake the crocuses from sleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DRUMS AND BRASS by DONALD (GRADY) DAVIDSON RETROSPECTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BACCALAUREATE by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH THE STORM by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JONAS KEENE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |