White Glow
Every year I dread its arrival,
I prey for rain rain rain,
It gets cold, but it's to cold for you,
Ice upon the ground is bad enough,
I look to the clouds,
Are they full of you?,
It doesn't look like it,
I forget for a while,
Then look up and outside,
The snow is here.
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