Cars struggling to drive through the slush

Powder white snow clouds drift through the bitter air

ponds and lakes freeze


Like lions thunder roars

Rain comes from the clouds As if it’s crying tears

And the puddles grow larger


Children sit inside as it’s too cold to play football.

But try to use whatever they can too play

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