Snow...

I see the snow,
Falling fast and sleek,
How it comes, I can not know,
Floating high and flying low,
So cold, and light, and weak,

Racing through an alley,
Turning round a bend,
These flakes, they do not dally,
As they run to reach their tally,
Melting drifts with holes to mend,

These simple little snow flakes,
Tiny glints of moon's soft light,
Falling down in vast white lake,
Leaving nothing in its wake,
But quite, peaceful night,

A gleam of flying fairy ships,
On wings of star shaped hearts,
Falling down on graceful trips,
With out a pause for plan or scripts,
Each dive a graceful art,

Where do these crystals come from?
Where do they make their berth?
These little tiny snowman crumbs,
Each without out thought of what they become,
As they glide down to the earth,

Every flake a blessing,
None ever the same,
Every touch expressing,
Love and hope's caressing,
Through every cold and bitter pain.

Songs about rain....

Falling Sleek and smooth,
On my window pane,
Each driving in his grove,
And then merging with a lane,

Falling in my sand box,
Grabbing at every grain,
Trickling through the time washed rocks,
Like sand through time's vast drain,

Gathering as its falling,
Every scent the same,
And then through soft lawn a crawling,
Leaving a freshness none can name,

It lashes out in quiet,
A roaring, soaking flame,
And draws back its haunting riot,
exclusive and untamed,

It pours out in a thunder,
Dipplets of no acclaim,
And then in silent wonder,
ceases its fluctuated game,

A drizzle light and dreary,
A river without stain,
A cloud weepy and weary,
This hidden power without strain,

In a flash of distant lightning,
These tear drops never wane,
The sudden brightness isn't as frightening,
as the darkness that stays the same,

Who can understand thee?
Blowing ever about with my weather vane,
No mind can seek to map thee,
Your ways beyond any brain,

You fall on each in equal,
On plane, on car, on train,
And ever there's a sequel,
Blood of heaven's vein,

You never seem to falter,
Endless gordian chain,
You fall without an alter,
Onto pleasure, onto pain,

We chalks of people muddle,
To a sidewalk's woven grain,
All tossed in a great puddle,
Of dreams and futures slain,

Why won't you ever leave me?
Cruel and taunting rain,
Please don't ever leave me,
Changing, moving rain...