En route by train but it snows and so, stuck waiting for way too long!!!

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“Waiting for spring, dressed accordingly and then, the blizzard hits, snowing all the way, no jingles, no fanfares, just damp to the core while trying to work thread across the now snowy path. Oh weather, thou art a heartless bi..h!” Gun Roswell

En route by train but it snows and so, stuck waiting for way too long!!!


Public transit, oh what joy!
But, before you shout ahoy
Read this story of some kind of ploy?

Early morning in April
I was really in a hurry
The venue was set in the city
And feeling a little giddy
After all travelling by train
Was not something to do in vain
Especially in the middle of spring comes a surprise winter!
With temperatures below zero
And myself certainly no sprinter
And even less of a hero

Reaching the train station
After half jogging the way
Then I heard the notification
The train had been delayed
No indication as to arrival time
But they told us, all was fine
Just a minor snafu
The train would be there in a few

A few minutes went by
On the platform standing by
Then after a while
Waiting for the train to arrive
I was wishing I had taken the car
I would have been so very far

Oh what fun and joy!
Toes, fingers and nose freezing
The snow storm’s intensity increasing
Now I know, this was a winter’s ploy!
To get spring cancelled all along!

Slippery Winter Road

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“During winter, it usually snows, a lot!” Gun Roswell

Slippery Winter Road

Winter, winter
Gave me a splinter
Looking, at my finger
Let out, a whimper
Oh, what a stinker
Is this, snowy winter!

A bench to sit on no matter the weather

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“There is always a respite to be found no matter the season on the ground” Gun Roswell

A bench to sit on no matter the weather

So once again
I have to complain
But I know, the right seat
Is, just at my reach
All I had to do was
to simply, seek

Rain, no shine

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“Bring me rain, to breathe” Gun Roswell

Rain, no shine

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

Over cast 

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“Sun is shining no more” Gun Roswell 

Over cast 

It was so totally bright
The shiny object full of light
Now the clouds have taken over
Forming a four leaf clover
On top of the sun of shining
Completely it binding
Only a few rays remain
Struggling out of the frame
Some might say it’s exaggerating
That it’s only a slight over cast
But I reply they’re underestimating
As a bad storm front is about to blast
The skies open way too fast
And the, we’re all get drenched 
And no more sunshine will get
Through those clouds wedged
Over the bright ball of light
So best give up this fight 
And get the heck indeed

Over cast, my ass! 

The raindrops the window

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“Rain, rain and some more rain, guess it is really fine in the end” Gun Roswell 

The raindrops the window

The rain leaves it’s calling card on the windows, marking the surface but luckily not permanent but for at least a moment the markers will stay there, for the simple purpose of admiration with the good kind of sensations there to be found.

And so, observing those tiny droplets getting stuck on the tough glass, forming all kinds of patterns, some of them just splatters really, but still, they have a way in capturing the attention just the same, and as long as they remain, they will the onlooker entertain.

Rain rain down the drain

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“The droplets falling down, when it rains hard, they all end up on the ground“ Gun Roswell

Rain rain down the drain

Sometimes, or more often times, when it rains, it totally pours

The water coming down so fast it positively roars

But it’s a great feeling, a good thing, watching the droplets sing

The wells, the oceans filling with liquid so totally essential to the hilt

Also giving the onlooker a sense of smallness, a place of calmness

The world somehow safer than with the warming sun?

Then again, the next day after, frolicking out there in the light can be so much fun

Another bout of rain

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“It keeps on raining, the weather gods having a field day apparently, pouring more and more of the stuff on us“ Gun Roswell

Another bout of rain

Yeah, it rains on the plains 

Just like the ole song says

But sometimes, 

Too much is too much and as feeling such

I am writing this, stuff

A complaint of sorts

To those powers that be high above

As to the why pour onto us 

The amounts of rain as you see

We have had enough!

The rain pour becoming reminiscent

Of the biblical proportions of the past

And we don’t know how to build an arc

At least not one taking us very far

The drains filled with water

The pots and pans the same

And who is to blame?

Guess us, we, ourselves?

Only I blame the weather gods

It’s so much simpler and easier

When it Rains it Pours!

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“And when it rains on your parade, look up rather than down. Without the rain, there would be no rainbow” Gilbert K. Chesterton

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When it Rains it Pours!

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, heavily on the window

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“The rain is here again, falling the way down, sometimes heavily, sometimes slow. “ Gun Roswell

Raindrops, heavily on the window

The rain is upon, heavily now as is the storm, the weather having gone, from totally hot, to still warm to freezing cold, the winds gusting all around, nothing really sticks to the ground, as it such a whirlwind of a  thing, a scene of sorts, going on, and will most likely last, until the end of the season, until more solid stuff start falling down, the dreaded snow, so, until that time, simply enjoying the rain, the droplets making a great painting onto the window, still tainted by the summer flowers, but now, all getting cleaned up rather nicely.