I am not one for rain.
However, there is an upside to this week of rain: It is not snow.
Even better, it is painting our world green. It’s beginning to look a lot like summer.
For this, I am immensely grateful.
Spring is buds on the trees, new life springing from branches.
It is blades of green grass.
It is melted snow (not melting snow, as we have now) and clearing fields.
Spring is open water and clothes on the line.
It is chirping birds and buzzing insects.
It says spring on the calendar, but it is not here, yet.
We are waiting (impatiently) for spring to begin.