I wrote this a while ago, so if you hate it... go easy on me, it surely isn't my best work. Not that I claim to be a great poet or anything.
Cold, harsh, relentless,
It drums down on the earth
Creating little rivulets
That washes away joyful things.
But also troubles
It often makes dark, dreary days
Where life seems dull and depressing
The Sun is covered up
And warmth ebbs away
Cold seeps into everything
Making life a little tougher
Rain drowns the Earth
In its sorrowful drops
Like tears pouring from the sky