This morning I felt the rain come drizzling down while simultaneously, a robin chirped for my attention.
I carried an umbrella but did not put it up due to the spontaneous whisps of warm air that lifted my misty hair.
It was as if the weather were competing for my attention.
Spring seems to be an unfettered array of sights, scents, sounds, and temperatures that have lay in wait so long through the winter they can not help their jealous cry for attention.
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