Wet Christmas
the rain pours down and washes all hopes of a white Christmas away
I’m outside checking for any signs of snow
the sun shines down happily peeking out of the clouds yet I am not happy at all
I feel the wet plops of rain as they drip down on me from the puffy clouds
the weather outside makes me want a popsicles, ice cream, or an ice cold drink, not the soft, warm cookies, the hot chocolate, or gingerbread men
instead I have a bitter taste of hatred toward the warm weather
warm weather is enjoyable, but everyone deserves a white Christmas
not a wet Christmas
No comments:
Post a Comment