There was this sound of birds chirping rain drizzling children and flower petals singing in the rain.
Jade green trees. Blossoming like roses. Booming lilies. Nature into one. Wet slippery road made with gravel leads into the unknown meadow.
There was the sound of creatures buzzling. little eyes blinking. Awakened by the scent of the brand new season. Dancing like chubby butterflies. Like newborn babies. With their little feets off the ground.
They all noticed. And wore coats, hats, and boots. Bringing multicolored clumsy umbrellas. Those finally come to use. The air was still cold. But its not like February with a pump of warmth.
A crystal clear raindrop lay above your palm. It goes all the way safe and sound. It was the same time last year. They say. "It's Spring! " in the air.