The most immediate plan to form in my mind was to run outside (still in my church clothes, no less) and become soaked to the skin - letting the water run down my upturned face as I spun in circles, arms outstretched, welcoming this gift from the heavens. I had a fleeting moment of giddy anticipation...
...until I remembered that it is only 36 degrees outside. And that I am a major wimp when it comes to cold.
Oh, Spring, where art thou?!
And so I mouthed these words to the overcast skies: