Rain

Rain is coming,
A cold rain,
That will beat
Upon the window
Panes and pour
Off the roofs.
Dark clouds will
Hide the blue sky
And sunshine
High above them.
I know Spring
Is coming and
I anticipate the
Warmth and
Flowers.
Perhaps I will
Move to a
Warmer place,
Where nature
Is more
Affectionate.
With Springtime,
Can walks and
Voyages be
Far behind.
And, a friend
Waits to
Welcome me,
Though we
Must wait
A bit.