wispy cloud of thought
anticipation building
til rain softly falls
wispy cloud of thought
anticipation building
til rain softly falls
The winter maiden stretches
After her long sleep
Before her icy breath
Thin blades of grass
Bend and curl colorless
Chill creeps slowly
Scaling window panes
With frosty fingertips
Dissolving into flurries
And coating stiffened earth
With crystal diamonds
And all becomes her domain
And everywhere she has her way
splat! the barrage begins drip! Why is it rain always wins? drop! hands in pockets and tilted down chins Splatter! Stinging drops pricking like pins.