Weatherman Predicts More Snow

Black dense clouds come rolling in
Logs begin to burn again
Smoke-filled air sits heavy here
Winter's window reappears
Darkness sets upon this land
Coverd up with God's great hand.
Daytime seems as if its night
Ravens are the birds of flight
Even rivers will not flow
Where did all the creatures go?
Still is what you will feel
Almost seems like it's not real
Coldness takes your breath away
Stay inside the papers say
Icicles hang all about
Only snowflakes dare come out
Temperatures hang way too low
Weatherman predicts MORE snow!

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