The air smells like the apple in my hand. Crisp, sharp, green. The white lilies turn to smile at me as they dance their jovial dance.
Rain drop pearls clinging to them like a child enjoying a horse back ride. The smell of rain mixing with the sweet scent of flowers.
The sun plays peek-a-boo from behind the clouds. The dust particles dance in the beam of the golden sunlight.
The empty landscpae comes alive with the gentle twitter of sparrows. Paper boats float in puddles. Rain rain come again. This is how I want to play.