Winter falls silently
On a town hidden in bliss.
As rain drops start falling
We recoil, slither, hiss.
The cold burns our warm skin
And we mutter to ourselves
Of how weather is awful
And we beg for the sun.
But the sun will never
Show its face;
It hides away behind clouds,
Oh it loves such a shroud.
Such a wave it sends
With its powerful chill
As the ice shoots as beams
Straight down to the earth,
Such wonder is cold,
So badly it hurts.