I stepped outside into the misty rain,
reveling in a cooler day
after a long heat wave.
Not caring if my new sandals
encountered puddles or mud.
Feeling my jacket and jeans
dampen as I circled the neighborhood,
watching gardens and flower pots revive.
Reluctant to go home,
I wandered around another block
and another
before deciding to amble
back downhill
and go home for a cup of green tea.
This is such a good spring is here poem! I could feel myself outside enjoying the start of things growing again.