It is Snowing
I rubbed the steamy window clear, and peered throughout to get a glimpse of what was going on outside. The days before had been quite warm, for the middle of Winter. To my surprise, I saw snow gently falling down, looking like millions of elegant ballerinas twirling around in white tutus. Normally I would have told my sister, though today I felt like keeping quiet, this snow was special, the type of snow that you ski in, sled on, build snowmen with, make angels in, the type of snow that any kid finds tempting to play in.
I stared at the steadily growing Winter wonderland and wished that I could go outside. The cars all driving slowly, but, I knew that inside all the adult drivers wanted to get home as soon as possible. I never quite understood why grown-ups don't really like snow. Is it because it is to cold outside? Or… Driving is bad?
I love it when it is snowing! I just hope the groundhog sees his shadow.
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