A poem for you, celebrating what it is to be spring. Rainy, and at the same time everything new. And we are still here. Spell against indifference ~Maria Popova The rain falls and falls cool, bottomless, and prehistoric falls like night -- not an ablution not a baptism just a small reason to remember all we know of Heaven to remember we are still here with our love songs and our wars our space telescopes and our table tennis Here too in the wet grass half a shell of a robin
