The sun is bright,
The clouds are white.
Just wish those old dust mites,
Would get out of sight.
The snow is gracefully falling down,
Glistening beautifully.
Take a moment and one can find,
That they just might see.
The little white crystals coming down,
Falling… as if free.
Rainy is falling,
Day by day.
Leaving you in a hazy haze.
Wishing that it would just stop,
Yet it rains another drop.