Spring

I love spring. It’s a time of new beginnings, when things once dormant begin to show themselves and awaken. I know how horribly cliché that sounds. But it’s true.

In spring, the trees begin to turn green and they look so pretty, so fresh and alive. They give me hope, because if they can go from looking– maybe almost being- dead, why can’t I?

And then there’s my favorite part of all, the spring thunderstorms. I love falling asleep to them most of all. The hard patter of rain on the roof like a mother’s lullaby, the bright flash of lightening to keep the bad things away away, the monstrous clap of thunder a soothing father’s voice.

Yes, I love the spring. Everything about it screams rebirth and hope. And it is in spring that I wish for those things for myself- and relief from my allergies.