Is it rain?

Is it snow?

I think the answer is no

Whatever sleet is

I wish it would go

Driving down hard

Torrents and

And as we rounded bluff and cape,
Our sails tacked and compass due,
The clouded banks set mouths agape,
As lightning snaked,

Tiny shavings of ice blowing across the sky,

perhaps God's having a giant snow cone, or maybe

the snow had a falling out.

From deep in the clouds where dark shadows grope  
Flow tears from demons without any hope    

A mixture of moments in rain bound for ice
The cold growing colder, the sleet never nice.
Humanity’s hand out, the