Class let out a bit early yesterday. The teacher said he couldn’t in good conscious keep us there while the weather was so nice. Fifties and sunny! Of course, I had to work on a computer in a lab so I missed out on really enjoying it.
Late in the night I was still awake and happened to look outside. It seemed like it was raining but I couldn’t be sure (it was hard to tell from the streetlight). My first emotion was joy because the rain always makes me feel better. I opened the window wide and slept to the sound.
This morning, I can see how all of the snow was melted away. We’re almost halfway through December and had our snow rained away. That’s when the reality of hit me and I started feeling uneasy about it. How much of a winter will my town get in the next five years? The last five have all been disappointing, or all of the snow fell in spring where it’d melt away fast. The gray sky is not helping me to feel better.
The thoughts of the winters my nephew will see are making me more upset.
So I listen to the rain.
