About snow melting
dripping
cascading
flooding.
About rain falling
pelting
rising
flooding.
For the second time in the last month, the snow and the rain have converged here in my town, and the result is…well…water. And lots of it. I agree with Sharry. How can there be enough water—of the frozen or falling variety—to make a lake out of our park? Check it out:
The air is thick today. Full of moisture. Full of heat. An unfathomable change from the paper-thin, cool-as-a-cucumber air we have been experiencing. It feels like a rite of passage from winter into spring. For some reason, this transition has not come quietly or easily this year. But sometimes change is like that. Sometimes it does not happen the way a child grows; the way you look at that child and realize that right before your eyes, for all of these days and months, she has gotten taller and wiser, and you wonder how you missed it happening. No, sometimes it comes kicking and screaming at the top of its lungs: I AM HERE! I AM HERE! I AM NOT SURE I WANT TO BE, BUT I AM HERE!
Melting
falling
dripping
pelting
cascading
rising
flooding
flooding
flooding.
Sometimes—like in Karen Hesse’s Come On Rain!—water calls to the angels and whispers to the seeds in the earth…life is new again.
Tam Smith
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