Spring rain is the sudden falling of water softly from the sky.
Soft, not like a mist, more like the tapping on the arm by a friend.
Soft enough to make the tulips dance but not so hard as to cause them to lie down or lose their petals.
At times the rain falls harder and you’re thankful to be inside to watch it pass.
It will pass minutes later and the clouds will part and the sun will again kiss you on the cheek.
It is amazing what you notice when you take the time to immerse yourself in nature.