Poppies
...vibrant, full of energy, but fragile to the slightest gust of air.
Barley
...glistening like the back of a giant, green, furry thing, ruffled by the wind. Pretty. Also the stuff that makes my nose run, my eyes water, my throat itch and my lungs block up.
Sun
...warms your skin and defrosts your still hibernating feelings one day, then burns you mercilessly the next.
Wind
...against any kind of stagnation. May bring you the unexpected, or carry away what you thought was yours.
Rain
...what Nature has been crying out for and what, for crying out loud, has leaked through my roof and ruined my walls and laminate, also some books. Not the piano, though, so I guess - all in all - I'm to be grateful. (And it's nowhere near as bad as the incident two years ago, so I'm not panicking at all. I heard they've predicted more thunderstorms for tomorrow? Nice...)
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