The First of the Season: Spring

Cara waltzed out into the early morning air. The chilled air nipped at her nose but the sun, that had been recently uncovered, warmed her face. The floral scent that she inhaled intoxicated her and she had to stop herself from swooning. It was simply delightful.
Looking around she saw the bright colors of the blooming narcissus, cherry blossom and orchid flowers. The beautiful yellows and pinks blended together to make a beautiful picture. And the lovely soft orange of her poppies. Cara leaned back against her house and admired her handy work. Spring was in the air.
The air was just warm enough to not wear a jacket over her light sweater. The sun was enough to keep her body warm. Cara walked down her road, enjoying the sights around her. As she walked the scenery changed. Green to blue to pink to yellow to red. The whole world seemed so bear in the winter, the trees naked and the world so glowingly white. Nature was coming to life, bringing color and passion with it.
Cara trudged on through the puddles on the sidewalk towards the park. There were laughs and screeches of joy emitting from inside the slides and children being pushed on the swings by their parents.
The joy of a young child, so full of life as the world was now. But they change with the seasons, growing older, growing colorless. Luckily as the seasons change, so do people. And their color returns eventually.
Cara contemplated this as she walked past the families happily playing in the park. Everyone seemed to come alive with the seasons. Thunder grumbled in the distance. Cara hurried home, she did not want to get wet. A cool wind started to blow in from the direction of the on coming storm.
When she reached her home she sat on her porch, awaiting the first rain of Spring. The smell of rain hung in the air; a damp, humid smell. It clung to her. Cara inhaled the sweet, green smell. Wet leaves and flowers. She laughed, it was such an odd way to describe the smell.
The rain came down in heavy sheets. Cara closed her eyes and lay her head back, letting the light tinkling of the rain on her roof sooth her. The sweet stench in the air that could only be described as the smell of rain was more prominent. Cara's stomach grumbled. She smiled to herself. This was Spring.
She shivered and walked inside. Another new day, over with.