when the facts match your imagination

Let's say it is a wicked snowy and cold winter and you are a potter and you take to doodling flowers all your pots...yearning and pining for SPRING.
You don't admit it in the public, but the flowers are not specifically violets or periwinkle or viola....just a vague mashup of those in your mind as you doodle on those pots...

WELL then spring finally comes, and so do the flowers! And you're like "THAT is what I have been thinking of!".