People Get Ready. It’s a 6.

Like tiny little angel boots, the ranks of raindrops persisted; perfectly synchronized, they charged through the house gutters, their hollow echoes insistent – storm is coming

On the ground an infantry of daffodils defended the west hillside, silent stalwart sentries; to the east forsythia, sweeping arms of yellow, ornamental flower leafs waving – we are ready

A squadron of squirrels could be seen in the safety of the southern quadrant, supplies were plentiful, the littered landscape offering tiny pods of nourishment – restocking, they were prepared

Resonant rumblings overhead alerted the prolific winged creatures, they were the outliers, their duty – to observe and report

Walking in wonder amidst emerging color, life and activity – the umbrella was raised

Arrival imminent – Spring has breached the perimeter