Snow and Childhood Memories

The sparkling crystals may soon disappear, yet joyful memories will return year after year, is a thought that captures the joie-de-vivre of snowy winter and snowflakes. From the tropical region where I am based, Carol, I can relate to it through the rainy seasons that come and go twice a year, feasting the senses with captivating aroma of parched earth encircling the first fall of rain water in its warm embrace, peaking in ecstacies of new life with green shoots lushly stretching into flowering plants and fruiting trees. There is also the other side manifesting after several weeks of continual rains confining people mostly indoors, creating drabness induced by consecutive wet and grey days compelling kids to crib and appeal in the tone of a nursery rhyme, ‘rain rain go away, / come again another day / little Johnny wants to play’.

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