Falling, falling down
The water follows its rhythm

To, on the ground
The clouds, for all that’s written

in stone,
on paper,
with ink and pen.

Below, to know
to hear
the rain fall
the wind fly away,

away,


away,

and soon to seep into the ground

again.

The tears that uselessly fall will never drown you.
They will only be a little misfortune in your day.
A puddle amidst the rain.
Something to see around you. Something to be expected.
Only to be avoided or stepped on.
So forget about it. Let time pass.
Let the sun shine and evaporate it.
A new day has come, embrace it.

Leaden angry sky, why wear a sombre suit
dyed lantern grey to match the ocean’s roar
a shredded howling wind completes the set
it stings and sings a siren song outside my door,
be off, be off with you I say
go find a better attitude and temper
I do not like the mood you bring today

The wishes that the cold will falter
Has halted
My mouth is quivering
And my body is shivering
My nose is as red as a cherry
And my lips are forming into the color of a blueberry

The ice of the cold biting my skin
The heat in me quivering within
The cold slicing my flesh
The slices are still fresh
The 20°F weather isn't helping
Instead, it's making me continue yelping

Ugh... I just hope I won't get hypothermia...

Sticky summer evening,
Warm, young, beautiful.
Flitting throughout the night,
Bountiful bundles of fireflies.
Flickering in the breezes,
A soft golden mist.
New summer's evening,
Graced by the lightning bugs.

The weather is important when writing a play,
Such is when Romeo and Juliet was shown,
It was a cold and raining day.

So the audience would forget about the heat,
Off in fair Verona had Shakespeare failed,
To keep mention of the begrudging summer.

There is a face in the mist,
One that belongs not to me,
And it stares into my eyes,
Knowingly.
Tell me what you know!
For what have you come?
Why do you reach across the mists,
And stare?

The rain fell,
Far from the sky.
Down upon the rocky shores,
And all through the night,
Weathered the rock to sand drop by drop.

Then in the morning the sand blazed bright,
For the man to see.
Down to the shore he went,
And dug up the sand then,
Went and made colored glass.

The rain is a ****,
she regularly pounds the streets
and plants wet kisses on all she meets
so different from her sister sun
bestowing favours on everyone

Flying in falling
     Softly snow, five blue pigeons
And a white pigeon.