April showers in the morning,
And her voice is slightly off-key as she sings
She drips her wet hair across the bedroom floor
And pulls faces without realising
I love her with her nose scrunched up and brow furrowed,
When it’s just me and her and the rest of the world is simply not allowed in
With weak sunshine peeking through the blinds,
I love her in the hazy light when she’s all soft edges
I watch her, awestruck, every single day
So wonderfully human, my April,
I hope she finds this and keeps it close
(Furthermore, I hope I find her, wherever she is, and keep her closer still.)