Spring encapsulated. Reminds me of my own delicate heart. Sometimes just as it begins to blossom, there's need for one more splattering reminder of winter's grasp. The grip of death takes hold once more, threatening to arrest nature's momentum. Threatening to change my spring showers into cold tears of regret. But alas, God whispers to my budding heart, remain in me and I shall give you eternal life. Thank you, Lord Majesty.