One to Grow On

Winter rain, under the right conditions, can be like a lullaby as it dances softly on the roof and goes running off down the street.

But if conditions are right for freezing, as they were here recently, it's an entirely different story. We're still venturing out gingerly and still picking away at the layer that's still gripping our driveway.

Through it all, however, we didn't lose power ... and we're thankful for that.

One consolation is that we're a little nearer to the beginning of spring, and we're warmed by the potential that implies.

Meanwhile, back to the subject of a kinder, gentler rain ... the kind which inspired today's little poem:

ONE TO GROW ON

Winter rain
comes sliding down
the glistening trunk
of a sleeping tree,
delivering a sip
to be savored
when it awakens
early next spring.
© 1995
(originally published in Capper's)

Today's word: glistening