The Night of the April Rain.

The moment seemed quite innocent
In a noisy crowded room
A pretty girl in an evening dress
Listening to an Irish tune

We said hello for courtesy
The crowd had hemmed us in 
I barely heard what she'd said
And we danced upon a whim

I held her close, as much I dare
The night could last a year
But time ran out much too fast
And her thoughts were still unclear 

I asked her very gently
As we said a quick good-bye
Would she mind if I called her up
And I smiled at the quick reply

I met my mystery lady
On the night of an April rain
We talked of incidentals 
Not for reason nor for gain

We dined on crisp Pakoras
And drank dark ale and beer
Exploring different cultures 
Our meaning still unclear

We talked awhile at a bar 
And watched the locals play
Then came the time to get along 
The close of a cautious day

We walked and spoke a little more
To her dwelling up away 
And then with trepidation
I knew what I had to say

I asked her very quietly
If I might call again?
And would she mind if we walked
Together in the April rain

She turned her cheek as if to go
My lips brushed gently past 
Her eyes had told me no
This wasn't meant to last 

I thought that time would do its work
And save me from the pain
Of seeing her in front of me 
Each time that April rained

But yeara  go by and feelings stay
In a way that I don't know 
Should I call or carry on?
And wait for the winter snow

Will my thoughts grow cold?
Feelings crisp like the winter air
With no hint of warmth or feeling
Hoping time will bury care

Or, when spring bursts forth yet again
And caressed hopes have had repair  
And, as in past when April rains   
Will the mystery lady still be there? 



© F. Pentney 1985