flowers love the feel of rain, spring adores the flowers; sadness needs the touch of spring so to lose its powers powers come and powers go, ever waxing, waning — so much good can only come after it’s been raining
the feel of rain
flowers love the feel of rain, spring adores the flowers; sadness needs the touch of spring so to lose its powers powers come and powers go, ever waxing, waning — so much good can only come after it’s been raining
