The Transistion (Home Sick Blues)

Wisconsins child enjoys
The sunshine moments,
A light wind with gentle rain ,
Sunlight falling through puffy clouds .

But soon comes hard rain , a pitter , patter on my pane,
And I dred to scrap the frost within the mighty hail
Dancing upon my car hood and pinging on my railing .

In an hour the wind chases merrily sweet old memories
Down a one way street then stops to see the breaking
Of my heart .

I'm so glad the winters in Arizona are short .
Home sick blues strikes once more ....