Spring in Maryland means rain. And more rain. We yearn for the sunny calm days we know are coming and the farmers fret about not getting crops planted on time. Soon enough we will have weather that threatens reaching triple digits and all the havoc that brings. I want to kneel in my yard and play in the earth and anticipate a summer filled with unspoken promise. But it's not time yet.
Let the rain kiss you.
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.