(ABAB Verse with 16 Lines)
It started raining late last night,
But then it turned to sleet.
The temperature dropped out of sight
As evening drained the heat.
But when I thought it can’t get worse,
It started dropping hail.
Then right on cue, like wicked curse,
The wind began to wail.
No soul should set a foot outside,
Unless you have to go.
It’s forecast, ‘fore the storms subside,
Nine inches falling snow.
Stay put tonight, for goodness sake.
Put your plans on hold,
There’s nothing you need undertake.
It’s really getting cold.
This is the storm we had last night. Just when Spring was in the air. Go figure!For this poem I used 16 lines with an abab rhyme scheme. The meter was 8/6.
This photograph was taken by the author out his back window.