It's Raining in December

I remember it used to snow instead,
Covering everything in a white fluffy blanket.
It was cold and exhilarating,
And we didn't have to remember
How green the grass used to be,
Or how bright the blossoms had been.
We threw magic around in the crisp sun
With gloves and laughter and squeals.
Snow buries everything
So you can play,
But we plowed through it,
Rescuing the concrete as fast as we could.
And now when I wake up
In December, it's raining.
And I hear only the howling wind,
And the pelting torrent overhead.