Something about the showers in spring,
Inspires the hearts of birds to sing.
While darkened, cloudy skies release,
A gentle rain.
In carefree flight, birds form a chorus,
As raindrops spray the leaves and floras,
Accompanying their freestyle harmony.
The air is warmed with this review.
Water fills each bud and bloom.
A bouquet carried on the wind,
Distributes springtime’s sweet perfume.
I find my senses are aroused,
And pause to gaze upon,
The sodden land.
Surrendering to this whim,
Contentment flows deep within,
While watching joy exemplified,
With nature’s springtime as my guide.