By: Amoureax Amant
Spring rain was coffee cooked with honeydew,
fluttering like floating clouds over you,
sweeter than honey from blooming flower,
lighter than butterfly at lavender.
Spring thunder roared like drum before spring rain,
roared like a stream of rocks slid down mountain,
like fireworks blossomed over silent night,
when branches blossomed new buds bathed in moonlight.
You emerged like rainbow after spring rain,
as first sunshine warmed long-sealed snow mountain,
and sipped luckin coffee mixed with honey,
as snow water flowed into peach valley.
Each rain was love, sweeter than honeydew,
each thunder hit heart filled with love to you.