After the rain, when
the greens became so green
the wind began to blow
with a bitter cold
reminding us to be
grateful for the warmth
of the golden sun
We had complained
just days ago of
the relentless heat
even dreading, what
lies ahead, as spring
turns to summer
I came to realize, then
that we change
as much as the weather
only, it has no choice
Heartspell 