I was April rain when I felt him laugh and watched the sky blush
the season of him has come and gone many times
a few times it's numbed me like January does, other times it brought lovely shades of this and that like November does
everyone talks about the weather
now they're saying temperate looks good on me
I realize the breezes no longer shake me down
and the storm didn’t leave me reeling
I'm not a house left by June hurricanes, they weren't that bad this year anyway
like summer waning I'll miss his warmth and I always will think about it
but it’s me that’s changed this time