evening rain

rainwater glistening on the dark tarmac
tells us that winter once again is warm
the temperature is back above the norm
and yet we wait for the season to attack
in this southland we do not feel the lack
of cold and snow a matter of bad form
we'll get the ice again with the next storm
and then wish we could give her the sack
send winter back for thorough reformation
demand instead a better season's feel
not one where rival climes compete
but that is not our place or proper station
from such power the human mind must reel
instead we move ahead on normal feet