April showers may bring them.
The house down the street had been empty for years.
Hedges overgrown, lawn unkempt, sidewalk cracked.
Eave edge rain gutters hung askew, full of leaves.
Many children claimed it was haunted,
Aged crones and rattling bones abound.
Young vandals had broken out windows,
Floorboards became warped by rain.
Listless vagabonds passed it by,
Overall a sense of despair loomed.
Wooden "For Sale" sign grew near the driveway.
Easter Morning, a Mayflower Moving truck rolled up.
Real life has reclaimed 227 Johnson Street.