The rain falls
With black clouds in the sky
The sun shines
With blue up highThe leaves fall
From the branches above
The birds sing
Like they're in loveThe bitter wind
Is harsh and cold
It feels like its snowed
On mountains so oldWinter is here
Yet we complain
We have to rug up
To avoid the rainWinter is here
Yet it is beautiful
So stop complaining
And see its beauty
How the clouds are black
And the rain falls heavy and hard
Winter is here and without it we'd drought
Then we'd complain
About needing water
See mother earth, she does her part
She knows what she's doingBe grateful for the rain
The dark clouds
And bitter wind
The frosts
And snow
It may be cold but without it...
Well you knowSoon will come spring
And the lambs will be about
The birds will still singThe weather will be warmer
The rain will still be about
Even the thunderstormsThen will come summer
And watch you still complain
About the heat
And the lack of water
Wishing for winter
To be back again

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PoetryA selection of words that by no means should be called poems as I am no poet.