Raindrops – an elemental thing. Fastening along a branchlet of spring –
the purple lilac bush. Already budding with green rosette. How is this though?
We’re still in the throe of winter’s chill and snow.
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One tiny, iridescent, drop rushes along the vein. To stop in brevity before descending
downwards. Wetting the ground in cessation.