With tea in hand, she sat and watched the rain.

It gravitated down the window panes and made puddles on the lawn.
It bounced around on windshields, and sloshed down drainpipes.

It was Spring rain.
Over ambitious. Over excited.
It wanted to clean. Clean everything.

It washed away the memories of winter,
of snowmen on the lawn, and forts and snowball fights.

It washed away the aching cold, the deep darkness,
the frosty mornings, and the bitter wind.

Like a washerwoman it scrubbed everything,
from the squirrels, to the roads, to the inch worms underground.

It was time to begin again.
A brand new start.
A fresh clean start.

With tea in hand, she sat and watched the rain.