I can remember when I lived in chicago and one morning I woke up and there was a lot of snow outside. Then my grandmother called my name and said “There's no school today because of the bad weather”, when I was all dressed up and on my way out the door. Then i came back into the house took off everything Then I was all happy to get back in bed and relax. Next, that afternoon Jordan B. jenks had the same experience In her poem ''Snow day'' like her I felt this day was ''pretty and perfect''. Even though I recently moved to Arizona and will have no more '' magnificent days'' I will always remember when the '' snow was cold under the soft clouds''.