Seasons. Spring

Spring is a beautiful time which gives us new hopes and expectations.
Though snowdrifts are still big enough but the water from melted snow flows along the ground in little brooks, making its way towards rivers and lakes. These brooks purl clearly and their young waves glitter brightly in the Sun.
Nature is full of tenderness and new life. Suddenly under a tree you can find a fragnant flower shooting out the snow. It’s a snowdrop.

Every spring day is followed by changes in weather and nature. Icicles drip down from roofs and the sound of dripping water may be heard everywhere. As if in tears winter says goodbye to us. And with these tears nature returns to life.

The warm Sun heats the ground and helps every blade of grass and every flower to shoot. The ice which locked the water during a long frosty winter melts which causes rivers and lakes to overflow.

People wait for warm sunny days which they so much missed in winter. Everyone waits for a moment when he can take off a heavy coat like a tree that throws heavy wet snow off and warms awakening branches.

And finally a long-awaited spring sets in. Gloomy winter hours change into joyful spring days. Low dark clouds, whose outline reminds of steamers, float slowly across the sky. It becomes warmer and warmer outside. The trees put forth little buds and new leaves. Pussy-willow, a symbol of spring, blossoms out with fluffy silver buds.  Forests, gardens, meadows put on the young fresh greenery. All florists’ shops are filled with colourful tulips and fluffy mimosae. Birds lovely twitter in the depths of trees. When the sun comes out, they fly higher and higher into the sky to meet the sunrise.
 
Everywhere in boulevards, side-streets, streets, squares there are a lot of people. Ringing children’s laughter is heard everywhere. Yellow, red, blue trams run along the roads. Light-blue brooks wind down the pavements. Scraps of the sky are reflected in transparent puddles. The wind softly tousles hair, and swiftly blows among long birch and lime branches in parks, where fountains jump higher and lower, like flowers burst into bloom. Warm sun rays are refracted in thousands of seething drops breaking into a big rainbow. All passers-by smile at each other. Spring is in the air.

The sun rays become warmer and warmer. The tree branches are entirely hidden among thick leafage. Light clouds are floating lazier and lazier across the sky. The children’s laughter is heard in every street of the town. In the quiet and lonely street lilacs begin to bloom and a fragrant aroma spreads across all nearby streets.

Summer is coming.