Rain
Filters
Through
The
Snow,
Bathing
The
Sidewalk
And
Street,
While
The
Lawn
Is
White
With
Sleet.
I seek
Warmer
Climes
In
My
Mind,
And
Remember
Other
Times.
Flying
Into
Nassau,
Skimming
Over
Transparent
Azure
Seas,
A
Tall
Man
From
Michigan
Beside
Me,
Six
Foot
Six,
And
Full
Of
Tricks.
Quite
Hot
In
The
Bahamas,
You
Know,
And
Here
I am
In
Desert
Snow.
I always
Loved
To
Fly,
But
Married
Another
Guy.
The
Snowflakes
Dwindle,
And
The
Awning
Drips
Wet
Regret.
Its
Too
Warm
For
A
Real
Storm.
I turn
Away
From
The
View,
And
Have
Other
Things
To
Do.