I know when it's about to snow. The sunny sky changes its colors, The farmers suddenly cease to plow As birds go flying over the borders.
I know because of sudden ice storms, Wind and plummeting temperature. Atop the mountain,crystal snow forms Turning it into a Christmas picture.
I know when it's about to snow. I see the anticipation of human, As they await winter and its show. I feel the wind blowing like giant fan.
I know because I start to miss the sun And crave the warm African beaches. I miss the sand, salty air, and real fun, And all the smiles on people's faces.