Black Clouds Overhead
There's black storm clouds outside
and if they should let go
it won't be rain reigning down,
it will be the ice cold snow.
Ominous and black the clouds
that blanket the sky overhead
and if their flurries they let fly
I think I'll hide in bed.
Black clouds hover overhead,
threatening and dark.
Time to go find the shovel in case
Old Man Winter leaves his mark.
I do not mind the rain too much.
It has it's uses , true.
The snow has no appeal for me.
I'll be glad when winter's through.
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