On the 4th of May I wrote
The only rain people don't seem to fear is Spring rain
for the soft rain and warm tides that promise a less biting tomorrow
We'll wear less-
freely-
And photosynthesize our way through healings of shadows no one knows.
I've seen you carry on conversations by the drizzle,
hair uncovered,
and face unmasked for shade-less bask in mellow springs missed yesteryear in May.
If I recall correctly.
If every year, and every season, was like the May of this time...
Would the world feel warmer?