March showers bring...

Cold, fat, wet drips drop. 

Puddle-jump fail drenches socks.

But it smells like spring.

It is easy to hate on rain. It's cold. It's wet. It wrecks your hair. The bottom of your jeans get wet. And you never have you damn umbrella when it starts to pour. But after months of snow, this rain feels like angels crying tears of joy for the coming of spring. Puddles? Bring 'em on! At least a puddle is honest about what it is. Snow disguises its puddles under a thin later of ice and dainty, powdery flakes. But really, it is just waiting for a heavy foot to break through into the freezing, wet slush below. So, Ms. Nature, if these showers are signaling the coming flowers, or at least some type of green growth somewhere, then let it rain. Let it rain. Let it rain.