The royal streets are moistened by a creamlike rain;
Green grass can be perceived afar but not nearby.
It’s the best time of a year late spring tries in vain
With its capital veiled in willows to outvie.

This rainy evening the wind is restless. I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of all things.

I always make sure to take a break and go for a walk outside during a busy work day.