Winter magic seems to just fade away in some years. It seems just too short as the spring rains fall in February. The tree behind my house blazes with warm purple flowers on a cold wintery morning as rain pounds the roof.
I see robins and cardinals flying in the back yard.
We had so little snow this year that winter seemed to take a back seat to all the rain. I know it is not true for other areas of the country deluged with snowy blizzards. I wonder why they could not send us just a few inches our way? Why did their region hog all the snow?
In my winter discontent, I try to find something positive in the rain and cold wet days. The rain continues now for more than eight days, soaking the ground until trees are compromised and fall all in my neighborhood. Neighboring counties have flood watches and warnings. If the rain continues here, we will also contend with potential street flooding.
I yearn for the snow scenes a few years ago when my whispers sent beautiful wisps of smoke into the air. Now, I just wait inside for the rain to stop. Instead of a crisp and white blanket of snow, my yard turns swampy with mud.
I refuse to question God though. He is in control of the weather and determines the best for the land. Our Southern winters are so fickle. Some years we see snow and others just rain. He knows what the land needs most and provides according to His will.
For now, my snow dreams are on hold. Maybe next year, I will see the white flakes fall. I just have to wait.
This post is written for the Anita Ojeda’s Write 28 Days Challenge for February 2019 and for the Five Minute Friday community where the prompt is just. As per usual, I will be linking up my daily posts to many of the linkup listed on my Linkup Parties page. Be sure to check it out as I am currently updating my links.