The Dinner Guest

I gaze at the delicate blanket of snow on an April morning

I roll my eyes and demand an answer

Where’s Spring?

Like - She’s a dinner guest who’s chronically late

The table is set

The tea is hot

Still, no sign of Spring

Exasperated, I start to worry…

I hope She’s okay

I know the roads are icy

I just hope She didn’t take a wrong turn

That’s how we got lost last time

I pace in front of the window

Where could She be?

Maybe I should try calling Her

She doesn’t answer

It just keeps ringing

I sigh and close my eyes

She’ll be here…

She always shows up....

Any minute now…

I wake up to a tap, tap, tap outside

It’s Spring!

She brought Rain.