• Rain, rain, go away,
    spattering so loud on the pane,
    no-it never sounds lame,
    you're relentless, neverending,
    yet stupendously upending.

    snow, snow,
    so white and pure,
    its a incredulous cure,
    to any frustration.
    it's light, it's cold,
    yet so happily bold.

    Now, i wonder,
    what happens-yes-
    when these two combine?
    it melts, it blends,
    so freely bends,
    and becomes a winter slushie.