"Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby."
March has arrived like a lion, blowing in another storm. But unlike the storms of February this storm is kissing the bare branches with rain while it washes away some of winter's snow.
I smile, knowing that warmer days are ahead. There is a light at the end of the long winter tunnel and I am embracing it. Thank you March for the promise that you bring.