There's a certain sweetness
To the taste of Spring rain,
And the roar of crashing waves
Under a dark grey sky,
And blooming flowers in a
Cool breeze under a hot sun,
And the thunder of gusts of wind
Against old tired shutters,
And silvery waters on an
Otherwise dark night,
And families playing on the sands,
And lovers strolling hand in hand,
And concerts in the park,
And kites striving ever higher,
And...
I’ve been thinking of you.
