When the rain comes,
And the oceans turns.
The flood decides to run,
And the hurricane burns.

The snowstorms hit,
The cold bites harsh.
The terrain submits,
To the frost that always leave last.

Surviving hot coals,
Perish under the onslaught.
From when the snow falls,
No life is untouched by the assault.

Upon this white hot snow,
The terrain buried under a blanket.
Across these fields we go,
of this unrecognizable planet.

Alas my hands are freezing,
The cold has infected the air.
No warmth is displeasing,
Oh look winter's here.