How peaceful it all looks after the rain
The green is green again and not burnt brown.
The flowers are now looking less than plain
Scented as if it were her bridal gown,
The roses appearing like her natural crown.
The avian life finally bursts out songs of joy
Bringing forth revived feelings that we enjoy.
Feelings that remained dormant for so long
Other distractions used soon began to annoy
Triggered instead by a simple birdsong.