Spring In Seattle

In Seattle's embrace, where spring takes its hold,
A soft, gentle rain, a story unfolds.
The traffic crawls slow, a glistening stream,
Reflecting the sky, a watery dream.

But beauty persists, a vibrant display,
Cherry blossoms burst forth, in a pink-hued array.
Delicate petals, a fragrant delight,
Against the grey canvas, a vision so bright.

The fields awaken, with cleats hitting ground,
Rec soccer begins, with a joyful sound.
Small legs in motion, a spirited chase,
Beneath the soft drizzle, a smile on each face.

The days lengthen now, a welcome return,
More daylight to cherish, new lessons to learn.
The birds greet the dawn with a cheerful refrain,
A chorus of springtime, again and again.

From damp earth they rise, in colors so bold,
Tulips and daffodils, stories untold.
Each vibrant bloom, a promise so clear,
Of life and renewal, banishing fear.

Yet whispers of woe, on the gentle breeze ride,
For some, spring's arrival, has a prickly inside.
Sneezes and sniffles, a watery eye,
As allergies awaken, beneath the wet sky.

So Seattle in spring, a tapestry weaves,
Of slow-moving cars and blossoming leaves.
Of soccer and sunlight, and birds' early call,
And the bittersweet pangs that some must befall.
A season of beauty, with rain as its art,
Touching each corner, and capturing the heart.