This came from one of my weird fantasies. I was thinking of a goddess with a split personality. What a disturbing thought.
She is the keeper of winter,
And the mistress of rain.
One woman with two faces,
But one without a name.
Some call her Rayne
As she pours down from the sky,
But Snow turns to slush
Where in her sad heart lies.
Two sides of the same coin
Dueling for control.
Rayne gains the upper hand
Crushing her Snow.
Sad and lonely, she cries out.
Her Snow bound to return.
Two hearts with the same soul.
In this their passion burns.
amazing poem! thanks for sharing 
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