Precipitate

I am in the midst of the coldest winter of my life
Not that I didn't know it was to come
I paid attention to the forecast
But who can ignore such an obvious strife
Between those who want a blizzard and those they shun
Making up for a father's failed past

Arrogance above, with ignorance under
With our disowned brothers predicting the blunder
That even with global warming, we're creating a tundra

Our meteorologists tell us to expect a warm summer
And they're the only ones in place to tell us so
Well my dog can't stop howling as he senses reality
These media puppets must be blind to the numbers
While pushing the goals of those running the show
And my dog starts yelping at the conforming mentality

A storm cloud pounded us while passing by
So when temporarily blinded by the snow in our eyes
We fought back, and we punished the sky

But the cloud survives and it continues to snow
And clouds that once faded away have returned
Not by their own accord
They were re-created by those that we know
Because of some evidence we're told that they learned
And on that day it poured

Our eskimo leaders say oh what a pain
In the middle of our winter, what's with the rain?
Our coat of ideas is covered in stains

Well what the world really needs is more than a drizzle
These downpours can not turn into mist
There is power in each drop of water
A monsoon must occur to make winter fizzle
A snowman with tied hands can not shake his fist
No coal for eyes means no vision for slaughter

Rain can bring summer by first bringing spring
The bald eagle will listen to other birds sing
And not cut off, but repair its own broken wing

The sky is cold and grey where it once was blue
Many dark clouds scattered about
Full of moisture and smoke
Our air is polluted, but we're part of it too
With all of this "evidence", I'm still full of doubt
So full of rhetoric in the words that he spoke

Nothing new to change my mind
Spring and summer fall farther behind
And we tell our cloud to destroy what we can't find

When we look at it we see various shapes, shades, and forms
Of course there are differences in what each of us perceive
But most of us need to open our eyes
If you look you will realize that dark spots are not the norm
That is just what we're taught to believe
An avalanche is coming, a collapsing mountain of lies

Thinking for yourself really is not grounds for treason
If you believe in good weather, then you have a good reason
To stand up for the rain and a change in the season