Shut the Window

It’s a gorgeous day out, don’t you see?

The Rain is falling through the leaves

Pitter patter of tiny feet

Falling on the ever expanding green aesthetes.

A cool chill comes through the screen

Petrichor and Earth pervade the scene

While cloud-filtered-Sun gives all an ephemeral sheen

In the distance thunder joyfully rumbles, unseen

The distance goes gray with the falling rain

This, dear reader is the North’s refrain.

Water from the sky scrubbing mountainous terrain

brings a bliss I never need explain

But then comes a heavy deathblow

Just as bliss reaches its crescendo

The rainy cool to him is like bitter snow

and so shouts my father, “SHUT THE WINDOW!”

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