I love spring showers. They are such a vibrant and life-affirming reminder that the hard times are equally important to the mild or even sweet ones. The wind is abrasively shaking the litter out of the tree tops. The water is lovingly pulling the dirt and grime off the leaves to nourish the roots and allow the leaves to better tune in to the sun. The cold is pushing some of the energy back into the roots, hopefully giving the plant a chance to breathe between growth bursts. It seems to me that there must be some grand orchestration going on for trees to have instincts and cellular memory and be able to function and act, to a point, without a brain that we recognize. Or maybe it’s time to re-adjust our vision to see new things and patterns instead of just using them to reinforce what we think we know.