Oops.. should've cracked my knuckles before typing that first entry. Here it is again: I didn't see any deadline for this one. Hope I'm not too late. The smallest fliers evade the downpour, In celebratory dance of the Earths return to life. Soon the clouds will fade away allowing the sun to heal; The damage of seasons past. As roots seek out nourishment, So buds may swell with vigor. Eventually bursting into bright earthly starlets; broadcasting their love afar For inadvertent lovers to adore.