Spring

…every rose has its thorn

…didnt make sense?
…………well, the rain brings life, the greens are more beautiful now than they are in spring. I see the trees, the bushes, lush, happy, singing and dancing in the cool breeze that follows the rain, and of course, the rainbow, everything looks new in short.
………..But, when I stop and think for a moment, I know that every single drop that falls here, that brings pleasure for me, is simultaneously adding to the misery of my people down south. Flooded. Am thankful to everyone doing their bit for the poor souls.