On Friday morning, I woke up and, remembering the weather forecast, pulled back my curtains. Flakes were falling, white and beautiful from the sky, giving a gentle covering to the world around. I rushed downstairs and stuck my arm out the back door, allowing white flecks of snow to settle on my hand and dressing gown before melting into chilly droplets.
It did, alas, stop snowing a few minutes later, leaving a thin covering that was just about enough for a few snowballs. On the news, they just grumbled about the disruption in people’s journeys to work. But the people I talked to during the day enjoyed the beauty and thrill of it. There’s something about a snowy day that makes people excited, makes us take a step back and enjoy the world for once. And in an effort to practice my poetry skills for Creative Writing, here’s a poem about it:
Rain Rushes, Snow Slows
Rain rushes rattling running
Drops dripping drips dropping
  Ground crash
  Window splash
Closed faces eyes down
Through the crowds escaping!But everyone slows
  when it snows,
Faces that are
  as bright
  as sun
  on snow,
Gaze around
  for the first
  time again at
  a world aglow.
Every flake
  dancing gently
  on an unworried
  downward journey.
Playing in
  the air
  above,
In no hurry.
by Caleb Woodbridge