when rain comes in January on the plains

I sit with my favorite tea

reflect on my past you may say

on past deeds this humble soul

the good the funny and yes the bad

with the cold wind from the north

and place another log on the fire

watching the flames dance and mock

telling this tired soul you have been bad

but good outshone your deeds of old

listen to the rain hitting the metal roof overhead

telling you to sip your tea

all is well

your life journey is coming to end

embrace your angel never fear

as the rain turns to snow

you welcome your angel in

tea you ask her with a smile

the last you feel is her warmth on your soul

as the rain turns to snow