Trying not to Snow

I could hear the rain when I woke in the night, and this morning as I walked past the window the wetness was everywhere. Light rain fell and every once in awhile there was sleet like threads and then full flakes of snow. It thought I heard the rain say, "it's my turn, my turn now" as I watched the entire sky turn to snow. It is gray, there are still a few piles of hardened, dirty snow in the backyard. The dogs watch intently sensing the changing of the season. From some past moment I remember walking through puddles and being happy to carry my umbrella and singing, chanting, believing that April showers bring May flowers.