Spring in New Zealand

A southerly gale hammers the house, howling and moaning at every window and door frame, flinging raindrops harsh as hail on bare skin.
The tui defies the storm, chuckling, cackling and chiming, hopping from branch to branch, clinging on tightly as he probes the hanging butter-yellow bells for their sweet nectar.
It's Spring in New Zealand.

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kentex35 · 100+, M

Well written! Damn that was pretty good.