It's Falling

The snow is falling,
Always falling
it seems to me a bore
and when it stops
I find myself always wanting more

The rain is falling,
constantly falling
it seems to me to be fine
and when it stops
I find myself always wanting to cry

The sun is shining,
brightly shining
it is a beautiful sight
and when it stops
I find myself strange and full of fright
Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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