Outside a misty dress this April rain,
Ebbs light and soft upon the window pane,
Drapes fit the form of day in ponderous grey,
Then frills of light and weaving spikes array,

Pretty flowers upon glass leaves do sway,
Take firm the droplets for a coat to stay,
The wind a brash caress that turned away,
Found solace by the bulwark - April Rain.

Huddle around dear friends,
It's time to commit our lives to the Lord,
To smell, walk and talk like living sacrifices,
A holy and pleasing aroma to our God - don't you forget,
And it is He who washes us clean and covers us in his perfume,
A perfume that was wrung out of him like water from a rag,
All for love and to his eternal glory,
Amen.