SNOW----NO!

The sunny May day retreats into shadows and darkness.  With nightfall, the loons cries wildly then a loud whooshing sound announces a change in the weather. Is it wind or is it rain?  Run down to close the car windows, or stay curled up in a chair?  It is only wind, until it turns into a torrent of rain setting off a scramble to close the windows after all.  The rain settles to a steady nightlong soaking conducive to green growth and deep sleep.

Morning reveals a cool misty world.  The path down to Round Lake is squishy wet.  Green grass and budding trees shout renewal in a fresh moist world.  The fog is thicker as the path nears the lake.  
 
Stop.      

No.   

 Piles of snow on the beach?  
 

Clumps of white stuff on the lawn march right up to the landlord’s house. 

No, not snow, but  evidence of a wild night. Wind on the shallow lake churns up wave action, which bubbles into frothy foam at lake’s edge.  Tuesday night’s wind and waves generated knee high piles of foam.   
 
Clumps were blown forty feet up onto the lawn and encroach on the garden swing.  The mounds of white stuff are a fluffy, funny sight once closer inspection certified they are NOT SNOW. 

It is spring and the crazy weather brings beauty and destruction.  Foam drifts, evidence of the strong wind, are soft and harmless compared to downed trees and destroyed homes.  The comical looking clouds of white stuff that trespass on the lawn make me laugh at the happy residue of the storm.   

I am glad there is no damage in my neighborhood.

And giddy with relief that it isn’t snow!
 
 
 
--Sireen