💄🌺💫...Spring rain smells like hope. It doesn't have the irreversibility of loss that other seasons do. Spring rain is not something you want to watch from the sidelines, immersed in the atmosphere of home. It makes you want to live, to love, to hope. To count the drops, losing count, to catch them with your tongue, remembering the taste of freshness of a new pore. Spring rain is like a mint cocktail with ice cubes. A cocktail of spring, so reminiscent of summer...💄🌺💫