A Good Thing
In summer I just fade away,
With the dawn of a nice hot day.
In winter I only crystallize,
Until the sun begins its rise.
In the spring I’m seen more readily,
As things grow even more steadily.
In autumn I seldom appear,
Unless a storm is drawing near.
Through part of the year I simply stop,
For that’s the life of a small raindrop.
by barry pennucci on Monday, December 08, 2008
