Spring.In my eyes this word is equal to rainy.But i don't hate this weather even it makes me stay at home all days.
Stand by the window,watching out of it everything in my view is wet.Trees still stand there as its always do.But the rain makes it diffrent.they are looks cleanner and greenner.The flowers shy its head to let the drops dancing on their face.all thing out of the windows just looks so lovely and alive.the i understand why people call spring as the mother of our plant.she just like the mother feed her baby and the rain is her latex.
I just write down what i just thought
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