It is said
that if you have no rain,
then no rainbow

I look outside my window
at the wintry storm
and I see frozen rain
descending from the skies
like a flurry of furry butterflies

Inside my little, haven,
my humble home,
where I am safe and warm,
I see the snow
falling gently down,
like soft, white feathers from above
and accumulating upon the ground
like a collection of cold diamonds

What a dreamer am I!  

I guess it beats having the winter blues