I awoke to the sounds of a downpour. I could hear the raindrops beating down on our roof. I know it had been going all night as I seem to have noted a sort of thumping, almost rhythmic, beat somewhere deep in my subconscious. I started the morning routine and then it was like something was suddenly missing. Oh yes, the sound of the rain was gone. I glanced out the window on this morning of May 19th and discovered that the rain had temporarily changed to snow in the early morning light.
That is Wyoming for you. My husband said that he recently met with a senior citizen at his work who said that since coming to Wyoming he had never seen the same weather two consecutive days.
I am not frantic about the snow, it will all melt off before late morning. I won't be wearing socks today. Maybe that's just a weird thing that happens to people who live in this climate (denial). Or maybe I am just used to the weather by now. Either way I will march on and pretend that there is no threat of snow until sometime in December (ha ha).