Rain Down

The skies are cover
the heavens open.
Spring rain falls
from lofty clouds.
Gentle at first
with an air of warmth.
Trickling slowly
running down my face.

The dance of droplets following
The prerequisites lain before them
Forming intricate patterns

But then winter breeze
chills the very soul.
Light becomes heavy
Soothing becomes harsh.
Unwelcoming
give me summer.
For winter has had it's hour.

By Pete Scopes