The light droplets of rain
Falling onto the open plane
The air cool and crisp
The wind but a wisp
The nature lush and green
Everything new and clean
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The darkening skies
The light disappearing
Behind the dark curtain
All eyes are tearing
Afraid of a hurting
Is the sky falling down
On this little town
The ever present ancient fear
Of the light bearing sphere
To be swallowed by the beast
All of us be ceased
Huddling closer together
Hoping it’s just the weather
Playing tricks on us fools
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Calm and then… storm
The sun has almost set
Soon it is time to get
Indoors before getting wet
It will rain soon, I’ll bet
It is the moment of calm
Before the coming of the storm
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Sunday weather
“Sundays’ truly are full of surprises” Gun Roswell
A surprise
Waiting in the skies
Grey clouds forming
Soon, to be storming
Tiny triplets of water
Splashing down
Onto the driest of grounds
What a lovely sound
Finally, life
After such a long strife
Now dancing
Outside glancing
What could be more wonderful
Than water
Of it buckets full
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‘Tis the holiday season
“The holidays are here and the weather changed, what are the odds?” Gun Roswell
The ever consuming darkness on the outside
Needs to be shedding, with some much needed light
All the small decorative candles flickering bright
On the window shill, I once painted white
As I watch the weather in constant turmoil
I venture back to the days with seasonal joy
The ground always covered with so much snow
When going outside was fun with only a toboggan in tow
Alas those days may have passed
And the changing seasons are of the past
But somehow the silent smog outside the window
It is still comforting enough, even with a little wind blow
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An Ode to my Wellingtons
“I may just be an optimist, but I always pack my wellies no matter the weather!” Gun Roswell
You beautiful lovelies
My sweet red Wellingtons
Luckily I wasn’t swayed
By those tempting sandals
I would have been betrayed
When the rain came pouring down
Hopeless without my crown
Puddles all over the ground
No safe harbour to be found
Taking a small step
Anticipating the get wet
But to my surprise
You saved my life!
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Spring is in the air?
“The sun is out! The sun is out! Yeah, perhaps the louder you shout, then those weather gods might just hear you and let the spring spring out, finally!” Gun Roswell
Against the smoothed rocks
Is the water happily splashing
High in the air go flying my crocks
When I’m barefoot in the sand dashing
Close to the water’s edge
I once again my allegiance pledge
Wowing, this year my toe to dip
Even if it means biting the lip
Come high hell or cold water
Because it may never get hotter
In the ocean I will swim
Even if my eyesight will dim
After all, it is Spring Time!
Or something of that kind!
Nothing too cheerful, nor wile
So get out there and smile!
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Rain, without shine
“Bring me rain, so I can finally breathe” Gun Roswell
Bring me no shine no more
But lots of rain down on me pour
I need to breathe in the liquid
This sunshine is killing me quickly
I tried so hard to adjust
Because I was told I must
But in the scorching light
I feel my will lost the fight
I was happier in the darker dreary
Feeling everything near me
The shiny bright open wide
I cannot find a place to hide
Shadow almost gone now
Even the winds hotly blow
Only one place left to go
But I cannot reach the under growth
Please hear my plead o’ mighty Thor
Send down some rain and roar
Heal this bleeding sores
Before all that remains is deadly scorned
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When it Rains it totally so pours!
“There is rain, and then, there is a downpour, and this, is certainly the latter!” Gun Roswell
The rain came down a pouring
The sound loud as roaring
Frozen drops, balls of hail
No time to stop and flail
Pounding hard onto the ground
A safe harbour needs to be found
The nature showing it’s full force
When it rains, then it pours
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Raindrops all across and beyond
“There is just something about rain, I dunno, but yeah, loving it!” Gun Roswell
The rain banging against my window in the middle of the night, well it’s morning, but I’m not really counting, cause the loud clanging kept me from my beauty sleep, not that it was really ever that deep, just the same, I would like it to blame, for the lack of my extension span, being quite low, in the early hours of the day, as starting with little of now sleep a day, surely a permascowl plastered now and there to stay, for the duration at least, but the I see, the tiny droplets gathered onto the leaves of the flowers I had bought cheap, and an involuntary smile creeps up towards my cheeks and ain’t that just creepy, but I like it just the same and the rain apparently is to blame!
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