Michele Womble: Blog

I was getting ready for bed when I heard a steady tapping against the window - familiar sound, but one that we haven't heard in 5 or 6 months.  It took a few minutes for me to realize what it was - and a few more minutes still to BELIEVE that it was, indeed, raining.  Rain - which means that winter is giving way at last.  I opened all the windows so that we could listen to it as we slept.  I hope that it would wash the snow away.

When we woke the next morning it was a bit - nippy.  I looked out the window and found that our rain had turned to snow.  It went back and forth between snow and rain for a bit, but the snow won out. The rain had washed a little bit of the old snow away, but there's still a whole lot left to be "dealt with".   Still, rain...that means the cold and snow can't hold out too much longer.

I didn't want the new snow.  But I did have to grudgingly admit that it was pretty.  As I sat on my bed looking out the window at the gray sky, the sun finally broke through (if you can call it that) and all the drops of rain that had frozen on the bare tree limbs began to sparkle and shine - like a string of Christmas tree lights (albeit on a rather stark and bleak tree).  Even the bleak can contain so much beauty.

frozen raindrops...

those are not hills behind the kids, just piles of snow - it'll be flat when it all melts.

"I'm melting!!!"