The rain from the clouds melts, and washes away the snow of the past.

I walked through the rain that is currently falling this afternoon.
It was a lot better than walking through the snow of the past.
Each drop of rain sinks all the way to the bottom.
The drop pierces through the snow piles.
To feed the green underneath it all.
To bring new life.

The snow turns to water, and then resides underground.
Not the same underground that the rain has found.
Not the same underground that brings new life.
The former snow goes underground to find itself as a thirst quencher for cities.

The new life is waiting.
Waiting to poke out.
I will swallow up my memories of the past, these thirst quenchers for cities.
But, only when I'm thirsty.
Only when I'm waiting for that new life to poke out.