Does the scent of petricor give you energy even though the day is dark and dismal?
Do you know the scent of long, lost love returning and how its presence grips you with uncontrollable emotion?
Is the sting from the frigid depths of the heart being touched or from the coolness of the softening moisture?
Does the red of new bark bring hope?
Does the "primavera" show the passage of time?
Do you know the sight of forlorn hope that never lets go?
Does the sight of the decrepit fill you with compassion?
Does a woman ever stop longing for love?
Do you know the sudden laugh as rain pours down your neck?
Do you know the difference between rain drops and willows bursting forth on the branch's tender end?
Do you know the wicked smile at the delightful knowledge that the shovel will be soon returned to its secluded location in the garage?
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