The winter rains fall from clouds not so high,
Swept by the swirling winds that blow so strong.
Dark clouds racing so fa
st across the sky,
I hope the sun will shine before too long.
As I wade through the puddles soaking wet,
A car comes by and splashes me some more.
Lightning flashes and you can bet,
That I will make a mad dash to my door.
Inside my house the lights blink off and on,
The room is dark; I cannot see a thing.
I hear a crash out on my front lawn.
I wonder what else this fun day will bring.
The angry winter storms may blow on through,
But soon we’ll see the summer skies of blue.
~Patrick