Raindrops are Falling –
Flowers bud up on every scraggy branch that seemed dead.
It is spring.
All the creatures that ‘just exist’ without any complaints and expectations start to wake up with sweet life-giving water that falls at the perfect time.
They start to sing to the sound of raindrops.
What follows is a feast of greens.
Spring rain soaks the entire world evenly, unbiased towards any tiny flower.
Those without ‘possession’ are elated.
Love from the two is enough for them to be full and comfortable; they are ‘water,’ the mother of life, and ‘sunlight,’ the father lighting the world.
They burgeon, filled with the energy of the universe.
And they praise the life.
They praise the ‘existence’ that allows their existence.
It is spring.
Photography by xiapp
