I hear rainstorms overhead
As I lie snuggled down in bed,
I'm gonna be here till I'm numb,
This weather is plumb glum.

Outside the rain is drumming,
Gusting wind is humming,
The shutters squeak and creak
To the downpours rhythmic beat.

This old feather bed is my friend
On cold nights it beckons me in,
It will keep me all toasty warm
Till the next spring is reborn.

I'm gonna lie under these quilts
Till winter gives up and quits.
Yep! I'm gonna stay right here
Until it's again sunny and clear.

This winter I just won't get up
Not even for my coffee cup,
I'm staying here till winters over
And I can smell the sweet clover.

I am not getting out of this bed
Until there is a sun overhead,
I'm camping here till winter ends
And spring brings sunshine again.
©Written by: Kenneth J. Ellison 11-16-04

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