December Rain

 It’s a cold

        wintry day.
The skies are dark,
         the clouds are grey.
 
I’ve just gotten groceries
         at my local store.
A common errand,
                evermore.
 
I sit in my car,
    waiting at
              the light.
 
My car rocks
        with the wind,
            moving to and fro.
 
The rain patters 

          on my car.

It’s a cold 

          December rain.
 
Thank God 

        this rain isn’t snow.

We’d be digging out
         for hours.

It almost 

     feels colder than snow.

Thank God for

      the December rain.

            
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It’s a cold

       wintry day.
The skies are dark,
         the clouds are grey.
 
I’ve just gotten groceries
       at my local store.
A common errand,
              evermore.
 
I sit in my car,
    waiting at
             the light.
 
My car rocks
        with the wind,
           moving to and fro.
 
The rain patters
            on my car.
It’s a cold
       January rain.
 

Thank God 

        this rain isn’t snow.

We’d be digging out
         for hours.

It almost feels

       colder than snow.

 
 

It suddenly hits me,
            Deja
                        Vu.
 
I’ve had 

      this thought before.
 
I have to laugh
     at the obvious thought
           which has repeated itself.
 

Thank God

         this rain 

               isn’t snow.
 
Thank God 

          for 

              the December rain.