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    The sun is what does it all.

    It heats our planet, day and night.

    Colder some days, warmer other days.

    Warm rays of light that heat and protect us.

    Cold rays of light that freeze us and make us venerable.



    Snow falls repeatedly.

    It never stops.

    Slow and fast.

    It never stops.

    A relentless army from above.

    The soldiers keep coming and coming.

    Hitting the ground softly, silently.

    We say things are white as snow.

    But, what is snow white as?

    Seagulls?



    The clouds that float effortlessly above them?

    They move slowly and silently as the snow hits the ground.

    Peaceful and white.

    White as snow.  

    White as seagulls.

    Sometimes holding rain.

    Sometimes holding snow.

    Sometimes holding nothing but the promise of a day without many clouds.

    But, they move fast.

    Fast as the wind, or a storm.

    They provide shelter for the rain and snow before.

    Before the rain and snow drop down on us.



    Rain comes down louder that snow; harder.

    It can be cooling, softly against our faces.

    It can be soaking, wetting us from head to toe.

    We are happy and warm when we are inside.

    We are sad and cold, sometimes, when we are outside.

    It beats against the glass, soft as a cat's purr,

    or loud as a dog's bark.

    

    The wind drifts slowly against us as we walk.

    We can feel its presence; it is there, but never seen.

    Touching us, caressing us, blowing softly on our faces.

    But, it can scream.

    Loud.

    Raising fear and terror in those that listen.

    In those that hear.

    Hitting us.

    Hurting us.

    Relentless.