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Don’t Like The Weather?
The morning sun shines brightly
A glowing ball of orangey-yellow.
Its rays dance across the snow
freshly fallen and sparkling,
A billion little diamonds encased in white.
The freezing air bites my nose.
Its bitterness stings my cheeks,
As I watch puffs of air escape from my mouth.
Coldest day of the year they say,
Minus 42, colder with the wind.
Clouds move in,
Slowly at first, white and fluffy,
Becoming a familiar grey menace
blanketing the late-morning sky.
And the storm begins.
Snow and ice pour out from above,
Fast and furious,
Landing comfortably on the ground
Passive, as the wind’s fury
Whips it into a blinding frenzy.
Then, a merciful reprieve.
I gaze out onto the beautiful land
Soft snow on majestic pines.
The air, so much warmer now,
Almost pleasantly fresh.
