Tuesday, December 11, 2007

What month is it anyway?

It's raining. It is darn near the middle of December in the great state of Michigan and for crying out loud, it's raining. And not just wimpy rain; no, this rain is coming down in buckets, pelting the windows, sheeting from the sky kind of rain.

And I feel cheated.

I love snow. I live in Michigan and wait, each year, every year for the snow. I love Labor Day because that means it is almost fall. School starts back up and schedules resume. I love September but it is almost October which means Halloween. When Halloween comes, I am close to ecstatic as the next day is November. November means cold, overcast, lugubrious days and one day closer to snow. I wait for this every single year. I love snow.

But this is rain. It isn't supposed to rain. It can rain in April - you know, April showers bring May flowers, blah, blah, blah... It can rain in September; I am even ok with a good soaking rain in the summer.

But NOT December. This should be SNOW. Big white fluffy cotton-like stuff falling from the sky, inch after inch so we can take Samson leaping and bounding in it. Instead, we sit like kids on a rainy Saturday, gazing longingly out the window with nothing to do outside, trying to burn up Samson's teenage energy with kongs strategically stuffed with puppy treats and pasted closed with peanut butter.

It should be snow.
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