I really like the changing of the seasons.
I realize,
however,
some people seem truly bothered
by periods of excessive rain
and grey.
I am not amongst them.
I find myself perplexed,
maybe even a little bit surprised,
to hear of people
seeking warmer climes,
to avoid
the mid-winter dulls.
I welcome
all that the seasons
have-to-offer.
I know the sun will come;
I know the days will turn bright
and warm.
How much harm is it to wait?
Without this cycle
to keep us engaged
what would our world be?
Come on, rain,
give me your worst.
It is only the first week of March,
and I am ready
for the best winter has left.
How else will I know,
the joys of spring
and summer?