Shayari Bazar

You can always tell its AprilBy the sound of falling rainThat mystic, mournful musicAs it trickles down the drain.Were told we should be thankfulFor the kiss of April showersAs it washes all the grass cleanAnd prepares the soil for flowers.Theres another side to AprilWhich doesnt bode us good,When that mini, manic maelstromTurns the lawn to liquid mud.