I stand on my porch breathing the Spring air. I admire the beauty of the new buds breaking through the ground. I soak up the warmth the sun brings. I hear the songs of the birds returning from a long migration. The squirrels actively begin finding their nuts that they buried in the Fall.
Children burst out of doors playing outdoor games.
However, the new life that spring brings is not carefree. Along with the expectations of new life come the storms and the rains. Without the storms and rains the flowers would not grow. The grass would never turn green. It would be a warm barren place.