a day ugly and mad I know.
life's a bitter man , though;
the storm is coming close to here
swimming through frantic snow.


today the sun is not near
and the sky is ready to shed a tear
the icy wind will devour the lake
it will be the storm of the year.

scared to death the trees will shake
and wonder what was there first mistake.
on the ground the rain will sweep
broken trees decay will flake.

pounding rain fills the earth so deep,
soon will be a rainbow gods promise to keep,
smoke from fire places burn
not realizing I drifted to sleep.