Thunder in Spring 春雷
To me, thunder in Spring is weird: It startles me in the most elegant and unexpected way. Unlike those thunders in Summer, however, it never bellows, leaving only a few echoes among the black clouds, telling me that Spring is coming.
Its presence glassifies the streets, the light green leaves of trees in the city, and the misty harbor. Then it is gone, in a way as it comes, so unexpectedly.
I rush for shelters, of course.
But, a few minutes later, what is left is a warm and refreshing hope, in the air, and on my face.
by Thomas Shum