I picture April showers of stars at night,
of singing people and loving sights.
Hopes of April showers of good luck,
keep me going when I feel stuck.
I remember April showers of another time,
when I was young and thought the world would be mine.
I want for April showers when people are less of a dick,
where we help each other
and stop being angry and sick.
Michael Seidel, writer 
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