Six weeks of rain tormented the lingering days of winter.
Grey clouds loomed every which way.
Dull coldness cling to everything it touched,
and a broken bird's song was the only sound that cut through,
the pattering raindrops.
Gloominess lurked in every circular puddle,
until the sun broke through.
Each sunbeam cutting through the clouds,
chases the gloom back to silent dark corners and shadows.
Light delights the fresh green grass and first leaves of the Spring.
The bird's song, now a solo, melodiously crosses the air,
as the sun heats the welcoming land.
A new day awakens to fourteen degrees of warmth.