Innocence of Spring

Free Flowing tendrils of rain.

Dripping wet and laughter through a thunderstorm

Rose Petals falling from each gentle petal, the delight
the romantic gesture it brings.

With each wet petal that drops, and each spring of laughter that escapes the lips of innocence lets out a breath of purity.

Divinity and cool caress of the red rose herself.

The petal that gently graces me and brings out the childlike chuckle as the storm approaches us.

The essence of spring gathers us into childlike curiosity and we cannot leave because of this beautiful new beginning