I love the rain. Apparently so does the earth. It trembles in anticipation for the heavens to let loose, making the daffodils and cherry blossoms that line my way back home sway in pre-orgasmic bliss.
Suddenly my surroundings become quiet and I look up at the overcast sky. A raindrop lands on my forehead, like an open mouthed kiss. I can't help but smile. It's as if the weather is teasing me.
The Wind, poignant with Spring's fragrance, threads through my long hair, brushing it aside and trailing cold, dry kisses down my neck. It whispers into my ear sweet words of nothingness. It pulls back as I pass under an oaktree. It's gotten tired of me and leaves to play with a wind chime instead. I listen to the breathless tinkling sounds, my cheeks still flushed pink from the wind's chilly caress...
I took some pictures of my neighbor's flower tree. I'm not sure what it's called but it looked magnificent bathed in silver light.
Now I'm back home, trembling in anticipation along with the earth, the daffodils and the cherry blossoms, waiting for it to rain.
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