[ WP ] `` There are a thousand cherry blossom petals twirling to a silent song up there . '' *poem or short story*

The spring wind was a runaway whirligig, it made Maddie twitchy as a cat with the breeze up her tail. It rippled wispy fingers through her tangly hair, and tugged at her raincoat like a pest. Her raincoat was yellow, thick and shiny as a puddle of paint, and she loved loved it with all her childbright feelings. Her feet found a rhythm as she puddlejumped, exploding her reflection again, again in the petal-scattered water. She liked to think about a hundred thousand tiny droplet Maddies, leaping into the air, each finding their own petal boats to fall back into, jewel sailors. Every one a miniature rivergirl, a tadpolegirl, a sailingawaygirl. 
 There is music in between her ears, right in the middle of her head, wishy-whispery-watery music. Up there on the wires sit birds all puffed up fat with wind and springy smugness, five wires like the smart stripy staves of her music book. She reads their birdy notes carefully, C, D, F, G, and the secret tune weaves itself into her headsong. 
 Up there near the drippy yellow waterball sun there are branches, scritching the clouds all to bits and pieces. In their spiky hands they hold flowers. The petals are a perfect shade of babypretty pink that floods her with inexplicable feelings just like the colour of her raincoat. The cheeky wind grabs the tree by the neck and shakeshakes it cat-ratty, and a soft fluffy shower of rabbitnose pink falls with accompanying raindiamonds, dancing cherry dances to her headmusic and wetting her and sticking to her face. She will wear them forever, she decides, like the most beautiful mask in the world. 

