Spring

Butterflies flitter through the air, vibrant wings lit by the spring sun. Flowers swayed peacefully in a gentle breeze, disturbed only by the brief appearance of a bee come to collect pollen.
At a small pond, dragonflies darted about, teasing skimming the surface. When a fish would leap out to grab one of the bugs, the dragonflies would scatter into the air, only to come back to the pond after the ripples faded.
In the trees, chicks chirp from their nests, hungrily awaiting the return of their parents. And in the cottage garden, a cat sulks off after being bombarded by wary birds shrieking a warning cry to the others of the danger to their nestlings.
The day is bright, cheerful, and new in the way only known during that time after the snow has all melted, but before the world grows hot and dry beneath the sun. That brief time known as spring, when new life sprouts forth from everywhere, and when even the rainy days seem bright.