I’ll take the rain
The world I grew up in
meaning the late 20th Century
had white stuff falling from the sky
on December days like this one.
The kid that I was at the time
came to associate snow
with the Christmas season.
But just like the Sears catalog,
and my childhood assumption
that all people celebrated Christmas
and nothing else at the end of the calendar year,
those feelings are largely gone by now.
There could still be some snow and ice ahead
but the adult that I am,
bad back and all,
doesn’t really miss the white stuff.
