Rainy Day Blahs

I've been thinking too much about the weather lately as fun snow days turned into cold, rainy, yucky days and, now, nights. It's only 34°, but as the ground is saturated with leftover snow and ice and more rain is falling, it seems bitterly cold and you just want to pack a bag for warmer climes. And that's the problem, weather should be like your washing machine - it's just there and you don't have to think about it!

Instead, the weather seems to be on everyone's mind, which is nothing new. In 1918 it was on Carl Sandburg's mind and the result is this lovely poem:

Horses and Men in Rain by Carl Sandburg

Let us sit by a hissing steam radiator a winter’s day, gray wind pattering frozen raindrops on the window,
And let us talk about milk wagon drivers and grocery delivery boys.

Let us keep our feet in wool slippers and mix hot punches—and talk about mail carriers and messenger boys slipping along the icy sidewalks.
Let us write of olden, golden days and hunters of the Holy Grail and men called “knights” riding horses in the rain, in the cold frozen rain for ladies they loved.

A roustabout hunched on a coal wagon goes by, icicles drip on his hat rim, sheets of ice wrapping the hunks of coal, the caravanserai a gray blur in slant of rain.
Let us nudge the steam radiator with our wool slippers and write poems of Launcelot, the hero, and Roland, the hero, and all the olden golden men who rode horses in the rain.

When one considers the options of being a milk wagon driver or roustabout with icicles on his hat, it doesn't seem so bad to run from the car to the grocery store and back with umbrella in hand . . . but, I plan to spend the rest of the weekend nudging the radiator with my slippers.

In short, I'm hoping for a weekend free from:

Hope you stay warm and dry the next few days!