At Long Last

The air is alive with light;
thick as can be.
So thick, it's almost as if you can chew it.
Filling your lungs with this air is like drowning.
The dancing trees submit to the wind that barrels over even the mightiest of oaks.
Though it is night,
the world alight for a splinter of time as
polar opposites are met
above.
The resounding *CLAUGH* nearly shakes from their panes,
the windows.
The heady feeling of moisture is overwhelming
as the sky is awhirl of tumulus cloud.
While the drops begin to fall, I can't help but smile.
Spring has begun.