Spring Rain

Yesterday a light rain drizzled over the city all day long, turning to snow only in the evening. Shavkat said that the first rain of the year means it’s officially spring. I was happy to see dirt in the courtyard for the first time, rather than snow, and it’s so much easier to walk up and down the hills when they are not covered with ice.

I walked across the city and my hair dripped with rain water by the time I got home. It smelled fresh and clean, like young plants pushing through dark soil.

I know it’s probably too much to hope for that winter is on its way out. But I’m going on vacation soon. And by the time I return, in early April, spring should be here.