13.5.05

Spring

I’m sitting in front of my opened window,
Staring into the wideness,
Blinded by the glaring sunbeams.

A gentle breeze touches my cheeks,
Which are warmed by the warmth of the sun,
Locks of my hair fly into my face.

I close my eyes and sigh,
Enjoying the silence,
Only broken by the twitter of the birds.

Suddenly,
Asoft and warm raindrop falls on my arm,
The sky is filled with great, dark clouds.

In a split second
The street is underwater
And the breeze turned into a cold storm.

I close my window and look through the glass,
I love spring!