❝ Tis Winter, I think

As I peer through the rain

At storm clouds a-brewing.

I lament in vain.

I hold up my coffee

And bundle within

My fortress of blankets

Along with my kin

The rain shouldn't be here,

It's time for the snow

For six pointed snowflakes,

But rain has to go

And then as I glance

Past crystallised glass

I notice a lady

Pirouetting past

Perhaps not a lady

But a girl, filled with glee

Who stomps in the puddles

Liberal, carefree

I wonder, does she not 

Feel unpleasant cold

Of freezing wet raindrops

As humid wind blows

But the girl in the rain

With the dark braided hair

Is skipping on pavements

Away go her cares!

I'm filled with emotion

Surprise, maybe awe

At how such a girl 

Could break feelings down raw

Then, sipping on coffee

As dark as the night

I slip through the window 

And start to take flight

And turning my face up

To greet monsoon breeze

I relish cool raindrops

That slip by with ease 

The girl sees me walking

And prances quite near

And holding a hand out

She says 'Don't you fear."

And me and the girl

With shoes dripping wet

Do dance through the puddles

Though we've never met

Then somehow, I notice

The musical sound 

Of pitters and patters

And drops tightly wound.

And does fill my soul

With harmonious ring

And music starts flowing

From quite everything

But soon the sweet lulling

Of showers of grey

Does cease be persistent

And calm joins the fray

And with one final shower

Of rain round the bend

This gentle crescendo

Comes quite to an end

But not my sweet feelings!

Or the peace in my heart

In our pantomime

I know I've played my part

The winds are but freezing

And ice starts to form

But the song that's still playing

Does keep me quite warm

But when I turn to greet

My partner in dance

I notice there's no one

But me, not a chance

And as I stand alone in the

Drops and the dew

I wish for the people I love

Whom are few

And soon all my family

Spill out on the streets

And crowd in the suffix 

Of torrents to meet

And nothing but joy 

And glorious warmth

Remains of the winter

Of that solemn storm

But I know that I will

Never forget all 

The rain brought in laden

Whilst covered in squall

A sense of belonging

And remembrance of peace,

A dance under lightning

With the girl on the street.❞