Week 4

Based on the fact that my life is boring and the weeks are normally just the same thing with a few changes in between, I've decided to change my blog permanently to mirror last weeks concept. From now on my blog won't be my week in review, but instead I'll just write a poem about something on my mind or something completely random. Kay.

When rain decides that it's too cold to drop, it doesn't just quickly decide it shall stop.

It instead takes on an alternate form, with much more beauty than a normal rain storm.
It decides to fall instead as snow, each flake emitting a soft-white glow.

The snow falls softly as it drifts to the ground, quiet and gently without making a sound.
It slowly piles up one flake at a time, it appears pure and clean with an aura sublime.
But as it continues to cover the ground, it gets deeper and deeper until its depth is profound.
For when it reaches a certain height, it becomes much less pretty and instead causes fright.
It covers the roads and eliminates driving, it stops daily life from going on and from thriving.
How could something that appears so pure, cause trouble that seems to always endure.
For even upon melting and filling a drain, it always comes back and causes more pain.
It's an endless cycle of nature's cruel trickery, and it appears that for nature it will always yield victory.
Its innocence is nothing but a great masquerade, one in which we've all been betrayed.
It lures us in with beauty on sight, but has us dreading its presence by the end of the night.
Snow.

Even pretty things aren't too pretty when you see their real intentions.