Hades had seen Persephone's version of Spring once before and had been in awe of it. If there was one thing he was looking forward to after having been ousted from the Underworld and left in the mortal realm, it was getting the chance to see her handiwork once more. She doubted herself often and perhaps still undercut the true potential of her power, but he could see it there. Hades knew that this Goddess...his Goddess was destined for great things.
...Particularly without his idiot of a younger brother around.
When the first day of Spring arrived, Hades stepped outside to enjoy her work. While it was true there were still in a desert, there was no denying her presence. The air practically hummed with new life. Flowers and trees were in bloom whichever way he looked. With hands in his pockets, Hades began a leisurely stroll around the town of Night Vale, simply taking in everything that she had done.
So he continued, stopping occasionally to admire something new, until he found her. The Goddess of Spring. Not hidden away in the darkness of his domain, but in her element. He smiled and watched her.