Driving to work on a Wintery Day

Or at least we thought it was going to be a wintery day. I fell asleep last night to the sound of rain falling on the windows & roof. I woke up this morning in anticipation of snow and was rather surprised to see that it was still raining. I could hardly believe my eyes! What happened to the snow that was forecasted for our area?!!!!!! I was not snowed into my house! I got to go to work!
:-) All the way to work the rain poured and I was thinking about how much I like rain and how amazing rain is, even if it is not snow! During a rain it is usually over cast, which I actually like. I always think of reading a book by the fire or sitting around the table playing games. Of course I am not sitting in front of a fire today I am sitting at a desk, but that is okay. I still like the over cast, foggy, rainy look. After it rains the smell of the earth and tree seem so much more fresh and clean. Of course that could be because water has been falling on everything for many hours. I was walking to my car after dropping off something this morning and the rain was drizzling all over me and it made me want to laugh. It is January and it is raining. We are being told that it could snow this afternoon, but it is not likely. I personally would love that. I miss the snow, ice, cold and fun that comes with it. Snow men, snow ball fights, sledding, sliding while traveling down the snowy road! ;), and bundling up for the cold in sweaters, scarves, mittens, and hats. I love hats! They are so much fun and give you a completely different outlook. Anyway, back to the subject....:)~
I am sorry for all of you that do not want it to snow, you are more then welcomed to post a comment saying so. I want it to snow. While driving here I was thinking of the poem by Robert Frost. Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening.


Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know,
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.


Even though it is not snowing I am going to post this poem. It was one of the first ones that I memorized as a child and said in front of a group. It has a dreamy, another land feel to it. You can almost hear it as you are saying it to yourself.

Enjoy this rainy weather