The loveliest season for a stroll in the park
Where spring sights and sounds arises
The blossoming of a new flower or bush
The rustling of leaves on a now wholly green tree
The butterflies and bees starting to buzz
The scent of dew from last night's shower
Our senses are consumed by all things wonderful.
The drops on the window slide,
racing one another to create a puddle at the base
The rain knocking at the rooftop
so that you have no choice but to play with it in the streets
It wants to soak your hair and attire
Run down your face as if you are the window
Puddles form below your feet.
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