“When it rains, stay under the umbrella, when it shines, get yourself a parasol” Gun Roswell
When the rain comes down a pouring Despite to the weather gods imploring For some sunshine or at least a break In the monsoon type of a state The morning had started already And no ending was seen ahead The only option without being soaked To bring a hefty and large umbrella on board
But then the clouds started breaking Yeah, there is nothing like nature faking The blue of the skies soon peeking And the clouds of greys aside fleeting A smile emerging on several of a face Yeah, just because it puts you in that kind of state Then, soon enough the umbrella will be changed To a frilly and colourful parasol, out of this place!
Looking out the window Cannot find a rainbow Closing all the curtains Feelings of uncertain The weather I cannot bend But at least I can pretend Turning on all The colourful lights In my mind It is white and bright At least before it’s time To make my way outside And face, the Mundane Monday
“It is raining, tiny pieces of glassy mirrors, reflecting life” Gun Roswell
Rain with tiny singing Droplets
Forming, a gigantic watery puddle As together, these tiny pieces try to huddle Glassy droplets, sent, from the heavens above When the rain gods decided, them upon us to shove The mirror like and imperfect things Reflecting life, as on the surface now, they sing But soon, they will be devoured, into the big ocean All of them rolling together, in one motion Until finally, being completely sucked, into the scorched land Thus disappearing, for good, as if it was, the whole plan
“The sunset of January, over the blooming fields; still thinking, it must be June” Gun Roswell
When the sun emerged After a long period of darkness The nature was on its smartest Thinking, since there was no snow To let all them pretty flowers just grow Confused they were When they popped from their sphere Finding warmth and light Without any kind of fight Against the cold and white cover Which usually over them hovered In this supposed month of Winter When everything froze, even the splinters But this time The weather was just fine And the setting sun in the sky Provided them with enough of light To keep growing stronger As the days too kept getting longer Maybe, Summer would be here soon After all
“Same ol’ stuff pouring down from the skies, clear, white, no difference, it’s all the same” Gun Roswall
Not this again!!!
Early in the morning, waking up, with a bad feeling Just like the proverbial Yoda, as I am having those premonitions Of bad things happening and without hesitation I jump out of the bed, and instead Of heading to get some warm coffee, I open the curtains, then scoffing Yes, indeed, a bad feeling, as I’ve seen The white covering all of the land, not even a wave of my hand Can make it disappear, as just like Harry Potter, I try to appear But like all my fellow souls, I am doomed, of this weather gloomy And not even a shooting star, so, so very far Can make my wish, of a warm summer breeze Happen, in the here, and now, I may be just having, the ultimate cow Winter, has finally, arrived And you do not see me, doing any kind of dance involving a jive