Wx and the City
In general, I try to accept and embrace any weather. But with no significant snow in the D.C. area so far this winter, and cold rain and ice in its place, I must complain just this once. And what better time is there to write poetry than during a cold, gray rain?
This rain makes me want to vacation
In a place with a snow reputation
But here we are now
Must accept: no more plows,
Skis, sleds, ice skates and no jubilation.
Keep reading for more snow poems...
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Kind of scary
Hair not flattering
Down and dreary
If I had a buck for every time
I was on the wrong side of the rain-snow line
...I'd be rich.
This cold winter rain
Makes me want to run away
Falling, drenching, flowing
Hard to accept in January
How do you feel about the weather today? Share your poetry or prose below.