Snowy Cold Rain

Down on the plain,
the snowy rain fell.
With white on their manes,
the horses were free.

When the battle was won,
the cattle were weary, and
when they laid in the sun,
they became cheery.

When the music began,
the grass had class. When
it developed a lass,
the brass was beautiful.

When I tried to explain,
the meaning was clear. As
the cold winds blew, the
terrain was rough. Beginning
to brew, was a whirlwind of
doubt.

When it started to chill, the thrill
was lost; the breeze filled the air
with a bit of despair.

My conscious thoughts will soon
reveal, what I know is becoming
real. It's time to get a good
hors d'oeuvre; the zeal of a meal
would comfort my nerves.

They never knew what was provided,
when the snow, cold, and rain collided.
All in all, they were divided. Doing their
job, they all concluded. When the snowy
white was blowy, the rain began to sob.
The cold was very bold, as it was told,
As it rolled into winter.

The snowy cold rain was a pain to explain.
The picture was dissed by many. Since we
were looking for spring, it was disdained.
That, my friend, was a very good thing.


Written by Anna Marie Carlson
Saturday, February 8, 2020