Rain with tiny singing Droplets

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“It is raining, tiny pieces of glassy mirrors, reflecting life” Gun Roswell

Rain with tiny singing Droplets

Forming, a gigantic watery puddle
As together, these tiny pieces try to huddle
Glassy droplets, sent, from the heavens above
When the rain gods decided, them upon us to shove
The mirror like and imperfect things
Reflecting life, as on the surface now, they sing
But soon, they will be devoured, into the big ocean
All of them rolling together, in one motion
Until finally, being completely sucked, into the scorched land
Thus disappearing, for good, as if it was, the whole plan

January Fields

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“The sunset of January, over the blooming fields; still thinking, it must be June” Gun Roswell

January Fields

When the sun emerged
After a long period of darkness
The nature was on its smartest
Thinking, since there was no snow
To let all them pretty flowers just grow
Confused they were
When they popped from their sphere
Finding warmth and light
Without any kind of fight
Against the cold and white cover
Which usually over them hovered
In this supposed month of Winter
When everything froze, even the splinters
But this time
The weather was just fine
And the setting sun in the sky
Provided them with enough of light
To keep growing stronger
As the days too kept getting longer
Maybe, Summer would be here soon
After all

End of the holiday season

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“The holidays have ended and the weather changed too, what are the odds!” Gun Roswell

End of the holiday season

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

Not this again!!!

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“Same ol’ stuff pouring down from the skies, clear, white, no difference, it’s all the same” Gun Roswall

Not this again!!!

Early in the morning, waking up, with a bad feeling
Just like the proverbial Yoda, as I am having those premonitions
Of bad things happening and without hesitation
I jump out of the bed, and instead
Of heading to get some warm coffee, I open the curtains, then scoffing
Yes, indeed, a bad feeling, as I’ve seen
The white covering all of the land, not even a wave of my hand
Can make it disappear, as just like Harry Potter, I try to appear
But like all my fellow souls, I am doomed, of this weather gloomy
And not even a shooting star, so, so very far
Can make my wish, of a warm summer breeze
Happen, in the here, and now, I may be just having, the ultimate cow
Winter, has finally, arrived
And you do not see me, doing any kind of dance involving a jive

Overcast

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“Something foggy this way comes” Gun Roswell

Overcast

The misty air descended
Around the mountain side well defended
Bringing in the eeriest of feel
For the local dwellers with to deal

The sunny side now completely gone
Where the blue shaded fog takes a hold
The cold air surrounding
All the sea and land compounding

A long moment to be shared
Everyone feeling properly scared
On a day of October thirty first
And on it’s eve, following second

Some kind of weather

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“It’s always too hot or too cold, never good, the weather that is!” Gun Roswell

Some kind of weather

It’s way too cold, for an outing, of any kind
As the right kind of clothing, is no where, for me to find
The temperature dropped in a flash of a chime
Yeah, not quite accurate description of the on going time
But where ever the weather, is concerned
The rhymes do not matter, when ever is their turn
Because what is more annoying for this day
Is the way the temperature keeps my mood in dismay
Plummeting from a good natured warm type of cool
Into a slippery and mind freezing, mouth kind of drool
One day shorts, the next day, really thick wool?
Yeah, you hear me weather gods, you think I am a fool
Now, I am totally and utterly going to quit
And instead in my own little shack the whole day sit
Crank up the thermostat to a nice tropical warm
Wont’ even look out the window, so bring on your storm
For I, have officially had it:
Whit this ever changing not very good kind of weather shit
So thanks again for bringing on your wrath
And the turmoil filled climate change to our narrow little path

(OK, so it maybe just a tiny bit our fault,
But if you cannot blame someone else, then what is the point ;))

A Trip to the Lake 4

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”Cannot beat being by the water!” Gun Roswell

A Trip to the Lake

Sailing at Last!

Sails are hoisted, I feel elevated
Here at the helm, I am under a spell
Chanting sea songs, keeping me strong
I am finally going, to be a mermaid, no seamen after all!

Sailing, sailing,
Over the bountiful lake
Oh, for heaven’s sake
Keep the noise level at bay
As we are sailing
Across this calm lake!

Nothing but calm on the water surface
Direction unknown, but it will be known
When we reach there, where ever it may be
Time will tell, and then we will see

A Trip to the Lake 3

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”Cannot beat being by the water!” Gun Roswell

A Trip to the Lake

Pick a Ride

Which ride to pick, is a dilemma indeed
There are so many boats as far as I can see
Small boats, big boats, oars, sails, I know I will fail
Unless something easy comes around
And then, I will make it off this sandy ground
Into the open seas, or lakeside, yes indeed!

When I have finally chosen the vessel
As I am boarding the boat, I am getting my chisel
Carving it to a stone tablet, this is really happening
I am going out to the water edge
As I so long ago to myself pledge
Now it is happening for real, and I am becoming one with the sea

A Trip to the Lake 2

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”Cannot beat being by the water!” Gun Roswell

A Trip to the Lake

Which way is the Harbour?

Finding my way, but must to my dismay
I seem to be lost in the labyrinths of the coast
The tall buildings and narrow roads
Have confused my senses, and so

I am looking for a resident member
Of this community, hoping a lender
Of a helping hand to guide me
Through the maze ever surrounding

Finally, a friendly face
I am able to find in this place
Aiding me to navigate, towards the gate
I am finally out, and the harbor,
Well, it was just around, the corner!

A Trip to the Lake 1

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”Cannot beat being by the water!” Gun Roswell

A Trip to the Lake

Defying the Weather

Trying so very hard to ignore
What the weather gods have in store
Looking through the window shield
As the dark clouds arise from the field

Driving ever faster, beating the storms on this trip
The road getting plastered, as the rainy drops drip
The goal is just around the horizon, but cannot stop the rising
Of the darkening skies, no matter how hard I try

The petal is on the metal, the tires are a screeching
But yes, I am my destination reaching
Despite being drenched, from the waters around the bend
But never mind the weather, as I am here, in this place special