Rain

Rain That sweet smell of spring rain is back here. Seems like i should be used to it by now. Every year this happens. After being locked away in homes all winter, this warm rain is welcome.

How we all complain about the weather in new England. It's always been the running gag, one week it's seventy, the next, a foot of snow and below zero wind chill. I think it's what pisses a lot of people off. If can stand the heat, blah blah blah.

Well I know I can't stand it anymore. I'm tired of being stuck in my house like a prisoner every winter. During those onslaughts of blizzard and ice we watch from frosted windows. We stare and remember green grass and trees with the leafs still attached. It surely will drive me mad if I stay here one more winter.

It's a strange thing to be said that on this gray gloomy day in march, with no sun and a consant patter of rain with a grey sky backdrop, that I feel more alive today than any day in the past six months.