In the month of April, when the sun is hot, Little feet patter, and giggles are caught.

They grab their spray bottles, ready for a fight, With water droplets sparkling, oh so bright!

Swoosh and splash, the water goes flying, Little ones squeal, running and laughing, no one crying.

Powder of colors, as bright as can be, Swirls in the air, like confetti, whee!

The boys shout, 'Watch out!' and dash towards the girls, With faces adorned in rainbow swirls.

Girls giggle and run, but can't escape, The boys' powdery fun makes the world a grape!

With foam and bubbles, the fun never ends, Spray, splash, new ways to pretend.

The trees laugh too, as they get a splash, Leaves twirl and shimmer, joining the bash.

April's magic, with water and powder, Makes hearts feel lighter, and giggles louder.

As the sun sets, with a golden hue, They end their day of fun, saying adieu.

Spray bottles empty, powder all gone, They know tomorrow will bring more fun.

So they rest with dreams of watery play, Knowing that April will bring another sprayful day.