Reveling In My Power As a Blizzard

I transformed Iowa’s meadows and forests overnight Changing her children’s delight at first snow to fear of the cold Gloating and laughing, I introduced some to frost bite. What did I care if their pinky toes fell off? That’s enough, my husband said. What did he know? I whirled away, flicking him with ice. I was not finished for I did not want to merely be a blizzard. I wanted to be the worst snow blizzard in Iowa’s history. I slickened their streets with the blackest of invisible ice. I allowed icicles to drip from the roofs of their houses. Their snow was piling up now, in five foot snow drifts. Was I finished? My husband asked me. Ha! I swirled up my snow and shot a snowball into his eye. My winds picked up speed; I was on a roll. I tossed snow so thickly in the air that the drivers could not see. The freeways and schools were closed. I waited all day long for the radio to say worst snowstorm in history. Little did I know it would take about two years before I heard this. In the meantime I kept things snowy, icy, and impassible. Reveling in my power. Oh, I took down the power lines too. A fantastic time!