“Why, what's the matter,That you have such a February face,So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?”

“February dawn -- frost on the pathWhere I paced all winter.”

“I wish that life could be carefree, sunny, never cloudy- But you said that I would be in Your arms when things get crazy- so when the storm doesn't go away- I have decided to sing in the rain.”

“Why do you need to fly so much?” she asked.“If I don’t, it’ll catch up with me.” The words just came out.“What will?”I took my hands from my face, panting. I stared out at the storm.“Unhappiness.”

“from "After the Fall"When Kennedy dropped from the skyTo honor the poet Frost, ... So MacLeish spoke.."NotTo mention Robert Frost. For Frost,Of course, is another matter, as heAlways was, spoke to the throng an the oneHatless in October, but days beforeDallas and November.”

“Storm, Rain, and Sunshine, huh? (Talon)My mother’s doing. I’m just glad she stopped at three. I was told the next one would have been named Cloudy Day. (Sunshine)”