Rain, Rain go away,
is what the young kids used to say,
when all they wanted was to play,
Rain be here to stay.

Not because I want to ruin their fun,
I wouldn’t want to hurt the feelings of anyone,
I just prefer the rain than the sun,
Rain be here to stay

Am I the only one who thinks it’s soothing?
The way this storm is moving,
It seems better fitting to rent a movie,
Rain be here to stay

I love it's sound upon my rooftop,
Please God, don’t you make it stop,
It also waters the farmer’s crop,
Rain be here to stay.

Maybe I’ll enjoy a nice, long book,
don’t have to leave, I have a Nook,
I can now be lazy, I’m off the hook,
Rain be here to stay.

So call me a lover of precipitation,
and join my rain fan club with participation,
boys and girls across the nation,
Rain be here to stay

Black Ice is the epitome of death.
The cold soul of the reaper,
laid upon the earth to pull us towards darkness.
Some slip,
others slide.
the oaf takes it’s power for granted,
experiencing the ice’s death clutch in a snowy bank.
An icy death mother nature can impose,
I scrape the remains.
Be gone torture and pain,
Memories of those who had fallen to what the eye can not see.
Not so much is this poem about ice,
but to remind a fellow of darkness unseen.
Learn from the black ice not only on the ground,
but by our actions as well.
The light will melt it’s short term effect,
and soon the birds will sing a song like the trumpets at the gates of goodness.

Even on my darkest days
Laughter prevails
Misery is squashed