snow thunder ...

I had to stop and listen for the rumble to make sure it was thunder and not a passing train. There it was again, way off in the western sky. Rumble after rumble so low yet so strong to feel the earth move my second floor apartment. I should have stopped my morning rush and pull open the window and drink in the lightning. I did catch one blue flash that squeezed through the blind and bounced off the mirror and exploded upon the wall. Then a rumble so deep and close that I could feel it move my heart. The booms began to tumble over themselves and the rain broke loose. There is something electric something that draws me...

Way to go March! Definitely in like a lion!

I wonder if the snow will go today. The weather has been above freezing but with the huge amount that came in the past weeks, only the thin places are showing the soggy dark earth or the tuffs of grass. The deep snow has held on and has become crusty and fossilized. My heart is joyeous when I see the snow holding on so tenaciously! Wicked defiant joy would be the exact words. I had become so black when the November rains gush and poured through out the December. A childlike glee bubbled when old man winter came calling mid January and through out February. I like the fight the snow has made for me. I have found cold weather is great for my head. It feels the best in frigid cold ...

Thank You, Masterful Creator, for my snow! I hate to see it go but crocus are coming... What art You create just for my enjoyment. Thank You for romancing me.