November 30, 2008
A cold, chilly night

When all the clouds will linger

They will wait to see who will drop their possessions first

When the timing is perfect, just right

It happens.

One single snowflake falls gracefully to the ground

When it hits,

The clouds shower the land with beautiful white snowflakes

That come cascading down to the ground

They dance in the cold air

So graceful like a performed dance

Down further and further they fall

Some may witness the production

But the snowflakes don’t mind

Because they have a job to do

To tell everyone

Winter is here.

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