But everything is wet. Melting and wet. That is spring. And the rain is better than snow for now. Soon the pond will fill with peepers and the night will be alive again and you’ll forget these silent days of waiting for something to happen.
But everything is wet. Melting and wet. That is spring. And the rain is better than snow for now. Soon the pond will fill with peepers and the night will be alive again and you’ll forget these silent days of waiting for something to happen.
myfanwy collins 