Green Clothes

I stood a long time this morning just drinking my coffee and looking out the kitchen window. I had things to do, but I felt as if I owed it to the rain to appreciate it. I watched fat raindrops fall on tender new leaves of the Satsuma tree that I hope will bear sweet fruit this year and I was overwhelmed with gratitude. The image reminded me of  a couplet in The Book of Questions by Pablo Neruda:

Why does spring once again
offer its green clothes?


I know of no answer, but only one response: Thank You.