Where's the Snow
I wrote this Saturday while the rain poured at our house. It was gray and dreary. I thought I'd save it to post later in the week, but it sounds like snow is coming tonight so I better post it now. Where's the Snow? Where is the gentle snow floating, drifting, painting the brown a clean crisp white? Where is the snow reflecting the sun making the gray brighter, glistening, sparkling for all to see? Instead the cold rain drops to the ground making the gray grayer making the brown browner as it pings gently on the window a cold hello. © Cathy L. Mere, 2015