More winter musings

Sitting on the train staring at the grey landscape... it seems like it has rained every day for a long time. A few thoughts...

A thought in the gloom

The dull grey scenery shuffling by
A leaden procession of gloom outside
As the rain slowly falls and smothers the land
With its incessantly miserable hand

Winter drifts by and nary a cry
We look stoically forward with a silent sigh
With resignation, we wish and wait
For spring to arrive with undue haste

What purpose now is served by the cold
Making us creak and feel so old
Perhaps a much needed brief respite
Ere the world once more does spring to life

If everything happened at once perhaps
The cycle of life would soon collapse
So now we wait, the days we abide
Till spring doth arrive in it's own good time

Rain... Inspired by a friend

I was on the way home from the gym and read something a friend had written..."There's something so beautiful about the sound of falling rain..." A beautiful thought, inspiring words...

The first thought that came to mind after reading it was this...

The soft patter of spring rain
A random rhythm of gentle chaos
Each drop a gift from the world
Bearing, sustaining, begetting life

Perhaps a summer storm rolls in
The roiling clouds and thunder
Of the elements in full cry
A deluge that fortifies and cleanses

The golden hues of autumn herald
The last frenetic surge, a seasons's life
Flinches 'neath the first chill bite
A promise of more so soon to come

And now the piercing, pelting drive
Of winters icy hand descends
Each drop of rain a touch of cold
That helps complete the dark embrace

And now the seasons turn again
Spring rains arriving, urging forth
The stirring green and budding life,
Of nature's never-ending gift to all

Inspired by a friend. Thank you.