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!”