a week before Christmas,
in cold enough Rome,
clack rattling hail and rolling boom thunder
shakes walls and smacks windows at home.
looking out, blurry blue snowgusts and
patches of ice, show by street lamp light,
now in dark, and still wind,
hard rain falls tonight.
Saturday, December 18, 2010
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Hi Jack,
It's raining where I am, too. No snow. That would be a miracle, though it did snow here once in 1976. Stay warm! I like the way this poem reads, especially the first stanza, with that clack rattling hail. The way you've written it, I can feel, as well as picture your weather.
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