rainy ruminations

one of my crappy poems that was blogged on my personal blog the other day:

winter grey
pitter-pattering away
you make me not want to do work today

you echo the firs' windy whispers
and play the notes of green living things
as i inhale the pregnant air

you create potential disasters
to do with carwheels
sloshing through roadside puddles
thus causing muddy dirty bottoms
squishy socks
and wet, wrinkled feet

winter grey
pitter-pattering away
sometimes i wish i could hear your lullaby
every other day