“Is That You, Spring”

could that be you
whose image forms
on the window
as the rain spatters
huge drops of spring
is your voice in the wind
that pushes the bushes
to  brush against the window
with soft whispers
the scent, the sound
sensory allusions
creating yearnings
unfelt feelings
thunder, lighting
booming, crackling
passing quickly
leaving just the still
of the night