The wind began roaring like a freight train last evening and continued through the night. This morning we awakened to gray skies, rain, swaying branches and retreating snow. The combination of rain and wind seems to make the snow disappear rapidly.
On days like this, the background music in my head always begins playing a song I learned in early grade school.
When March winds blow over valley and hill,
You hear them go with a trumpeting shrill,
And you may know springs coming,
When you hear the March winds blow.
I suppose we learned that song for a spring concert. It has been rumbling around in my head for nearly 60 years now and always bubbles to the surface on a windy day in March giving me hope of the warmth, sunshine and new growth of spring.
It may be a gloomy miserable day, but it is full of promise.
