Last week the husband and I trekked to the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens to see the (very) tail end of the blooming cherry blossoms. Petals were carpeting the garden lawns, a multitude of flowers were bursting with color and we meandered around the park laughing, taking an absurd amount of photos and enjoying the sun when it would come peeking through the predominately grey sky. Not long after we exited the park a menacingly dark cloud moved in to loom overhead, and we fled into the tunnels of the subway just as the sky opened up and the first raindrops began to tumble down.
It was a magical afternoon, and who can resent the rain when you've just seen the beautiful array of flora its spray provides?
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