DooWooDooWoo
i roused up in the rain's melody orchestrated in DooWooDooWoo of thunders and flashes instantly, a Mirabelle tree blossomed while the sun has dripped out its golden ink on it a mild scent compassed in an arch of colors, surrounded, spectacularly, my chic boudoir‥ the spring laughs with bouquets of summer, [life's essences have better fantasy than mine]