My assorted original poetry

To Dance in the Rain

The sleeping giant reawakens
With a thundering crash
And pattering rain
And hammering wind

And while daffodils
Force their weary heads
Through the solid earth
And ice and mud

The snow seems to leave
It it is quickly replaced
With fresh snow and sleet
The endless cycle

The sky cries as the wind blows
Like a child who's dropped
His ice cream cone
Its tears turn dirt to swamp

Hat, coat, and boots again
To go play in the puddles and
To dance in the rain