Flakes

Soft flakes upon the lawn
Floating down from heaven
Whisked by the swirling wind
To dance as they descend
Pristine under the rising sun
Waiting for the children to come
Hours pass before the sleighs
Bodies wrapped up against the minus degrees
The white blanket broken by the fun
As snowballs are sent hurling
The cries of joy are thick and fast
As they wish for the snow to last
Even as the day wears on
Little of the snow seems to be gone
As snowmen are brought to life
Standing tall with nose and pipe
But as the day turns to night
Rain begins to kill delight
Washing all the white away
Ready for the next day
But little do the people know
That soon the rains will go
And in their place will be snow
With its ever-inviting glow