January 18th, 1996
I sit looking over The half-frozen lake, The winds roll bye As trees tremble and quake.
Other than the wind, None is a pain, Except for...Omigod- It's starting to rain!
A sprinkle here, And a sprinkle there. Then it stops And no rain is in the air.
I start to get cold, I shiver a bit. Then I look inside Where the fire is lit.
Then I look up At the storm-clouded sky, As a bird flies away And tweets, "Goodbye."
It isn't so cold, About 50 degrees. But I hope really hard That the lake will refreeze.
It's raining again, It should stop soon. The clouds fly by Hiding sun and moon.
I wish upon a star That I cannot see That raining no more It will soon be.
It hasn't stopped yet, It's still coming down, Barely to be seen And not making a sound.
The wind blows more Making standing water unclear. The rain has now stopped And clouds roll away with fear.
It's still blowing hard And getting chillier yet. But since the rain has stopped, I'm not getting wet.
To wrap this up, I'm not sure quite how. But I'll try my best And do it right now.
I'm going to stand up. I'm now on my feet. And going inside Where there is some heat!
© 1998 The National Library of Poetry; "Wind and Rain" Copyright © Paige Klassen
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