Dainty Sprinkles

We rejoice as tiny sprinkles arrive Thinking they will revive the hot pink roses Blossoms sparkle, dazzling in a fairy-like way The sky slams gray Visible shield hides sun Unnatural heaviness now Rain begins daintily Turns to bullet-like pelts Splashes onto us with coldest of cold drops We laugh, cuddle under black umbrellas Making fun of the one with happy faces The one we all would rather have Songbirds hide, road turns into rainbow swirls Sky seems angry; tiny wind feels like a hurricane Our bones shake, teeth chatter Feet and socks are wet and uncomfortable Roses are bending their heads to the ground Ready for the executioner’s blade We head for our fireplaces and burrows Thinking of our fuzzy socks and a pot of hot chili Once again forgetting what happens after dainty sprinkles.