The Daily Poem entry, April 2018 (rhyme scheme: ABCB)
I snipped the Dortmund rose vine
That climbed the garden bower
When came, so unexpectedly,
An afternoon sunshower.
Instead of running to the porch
To dodge the rain and cower,
I stood and felt it bathe my face
As well it did each flower.
My grandma told me long ago,
“Sunshowers have great power –
Could mean the devil beats his wife;
Might mean an omen, sour!”
But as the soft rain and the sun
Above me both did tower,
Peculiar as they came at once,
It seemed my lucky hour!