Meltdown

The temperature rose and it rained all the night
Wreaking its vengeance on virginal white
Ripping aside winter’s delicate gown
And filling the rivers with thick foaming brown
Where there was ice just a moment ago
Now puddles are swollen by fast melted snow
And under our feet where we crunched yesterday 
The mud is a thick mess of boot-clogging clay
The sky now is blue and the fickle sun glows
As if to say “Really? You’re sure you saw snow?”
The temperature rose and the sky gave us rain
But who knows, tomorrow it might snow again.

©️jj 2019