The Sketch Book — april calendar girl

Close your eyes. Call on your darkened imagination to summon the remembered sounds of a spring rain. The first elastic drops echoing off newly minted leaves and grass, the sounds gradually growing steadier - a more saturated soundscape and rhythm. Finally building to reach crescendo of downpour. Rain coming down in sheets.  Mother nature, beckoning in a new season with an opulent display of force, washing away the grey, dead grit of winter, making the world clean and new and smelling gloriously green. How can the world smell like a color? Smell green? Walk outside after a spring rain and...