We’re gonna have more snow,

I looked at the weather channel,

They are most certainly in the know,

Its gonna get here tonight, but,

On the morrow the rain will make it go…

But daddy promised in it we’d walk,

So I am getting antsy of its arrival,

I keep askin’ dad when is it gonna come,

He keeps reassuring me it will get here soon, my son…

Dad may like to stay in the warm,

But for me he will go out and get cold,

He deviates from his usual form,

Just cause he loves me,

And confidentially I think he loves too a good storm…

© Rufuz [w00f] 01.27.2009