jennie o'brien - Changing Months

Even in April, when the rain pours
And each day contains a shower,
I see you.
I hear you.
I know you are there.

But now in sunny August,
When we should be together,
I can neither see you
Nor hear you.
why aren't you there?

jennie o'brien

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/changing-months/