SNOW, WHITE SNOW
The moisture and water
In the hills, gullies
And Oceans of the world
float up to the sky like the
Souls being lifted upward
To meet their Maker
The water vapor becomes
A big bank where angels could gather:
the lower clouds may turn dark
and turn into
Rain
The droplets fall back into the ocean
but some would float to the northern hemispheres
Of our green planet where the frigid
Winds would turn the rain into
White, feathery snow
Snow is actually rain
That froze to something soft, cuddly
feathery, and pleasant to the touch
Like tears that dissapear with the
freshness of a smile
Like Rain's...
WRITTEN BY
RAIN AKA SUE
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