Slyly, the clouds conspire above,
Underneath, the earth does love,
Nature's whimsy, a playful fling,
Rays and droplets dance and swing,
Amused by the weather's fickle heart,
In between the seasons start,
Nudging flowers to awake,
Spring's own laughter, give and take,
Puddles mirror the sky's grin,
Rivulets race down the chin,
In the air, a fresh scent clings,
Nestled in the warmth that spring brings,
Giggles echo as umbrellas twirl, in the sunrain of spring's own whirl.
