I used to hate spring when I was small
because the weather is precarious
I would doubt the law of nature that
brings rain at the beginning of the new year.
Mum used to say
every beginning starts with hard work and hardship
So spring always feels like a bad omen.
Now spring has come again
It brings rain to our dry land
Fogs and drizzles cloud the sight afar
That we can’t see much ahead;
But while l am listening to the raindrops falling
The dripping is like music to our ears
dancing on the ground
Sitting on my armchair
I help myself a cup of hot coffee
The sweetness and sourness ferment and melt in my mouth.
The moment reveals that
we can still enjoy small joys in the midst of hardship
That sustains and carries us through to
the end of the year.
At the age of thirty-nine,
I really like spring.