Winter Spring

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There has been more precipitation in the Poly Capital of the whole Universe than a entire nation of neurotic soapie watching wenches could muster in a year of continuous television abuse.
Winter holding one over on spring catching the optimists off guard, as it does every year.
The skies have temporarily cleared, the promise of other solar blessed seasons coming and going ambulated on the forceful chorus of Hauauru (the west wind) bending spindly manuka into compromising positions. Such is the nature of existence on the fringe of heaven in the great (rain) forest of Tiriwa.
Puddles steam in the sunlight and the whisper of summer holds promise for the webbed feet beings of the ranges.