It falls like rose petals
But with vigor, with force
It is the moon
It is the sun
Winter rain.

It clings to my hair
Like a child, like a habit
It is gold
It is silver
Winter rain.

It splashes to puddles
For revenge, for defeat
It is bold
It is strong
Winter rain.

It cries like a grave
In the night, in the dawn
It is life
It is death
Winter rain.

It becomes a wave of flies
Darting here, swooping there
It is white
It is black
Winter rain.

It tries to overtake me
With wind, with thunder
It is threat
It is anger
Winter rain.

It takes away my breath
So pure, so real
It is truth
It is lie
Winter rain.

A warm tender February
Rains down upon my locks of hair
The world has become dark
Winter rain. Winter rain.