Snow, you humble me.
I cry for you to go.
I bargain.
I make deals and look for signs.
I pretend I don't see you.
But, I have no control, no impact.
You are sent from on high.
All that is left for me to do
Is to praise the maker of snow
And all things.
(Today I woke up to the first big snow of this winter. And it is already a holiday, no snow day for me!)