Falling

the cats and dogs won't stop falling

even as the far away family is calling

it's the same story there as here

the sky is falling, far from clear

the fields are soggy and staying wet

no more planting, at least not yet

staying indoors, out of the cold

this type of s**t is getting old

another day or so of cracking nuts

and changing metallic harrow guts

the farmer expects this weather yearly

not even a prophet sees this clearly

and so on, so it goes, it never ends

so we stay inside with our friends

we play the games, we watch the shows

we spout facts about murdering crows

we sit here and laugh out loud

because those nerds do us proud

as those laughs and viewing hours

become history like the showers

appreciate the time spent being

be it through hearing and seeing

the signs that we are alive

come through our senses five

so the extended rain ain't so bad

and all the blowing cold ain't so sad

it's just temporary and dynamic

and the light snow makes it magic

two months after the start of spring

the weather was nice, the birds did sing

but this weekend falls in the pattern

just like the rings that live around Saturn

at some point this s**t will end

like when the scribe puts down the pen

here come coupling the final time

so ends the piece, so end the rhyme